Besedila: The Rascals. It Is Too Late.

Past and present it will fall

Murder with lights seeks us all

I just don?t know

How to feel

Anymore

Anymore



Like the death and witched falls

Down the stairs the nightmares crawl

Sorted out it?s not too late

It doesn?t have to be this co-ooo-mplictaed



It?s a perfect reaction

For you to get

Your hopeless attractions



Half spoken words everywhere

Well it?s our heads in our hands

For a second there

Is it too late?

Is it too late?



More than after lies

You listen to those behind

But your head

It?s still the same



Could I try it any harder

To believe

What is kept inside

So I ask myself why

Is it too late?

Is it too late?



Blinds

Leading the blind

And I'm wasting my time

So I ask myself why

Because I lie awake

Thru many nights

And I'm wondering why

So I ask myself why

Is it too late?

Is it the memories of all the kisses she left there?

And she whispers in her lies but still

Oh no

I don?t care

Oh not I, I don?t care

Oh not I



And then the peers

And the future suicide

But you?ve got to believe



I poise away

In the dark it always seems so right

But you?ve got to believe

In many sleepless nights

Many sleepless nights

Many sleepless nights

Many sleepless nights

Many sleepless nights

Many sleepless nights