Song | Too Late To Exit |
Artist | Atomic Swing |
Album | A Car Crash In The Blue |
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When the clock beats two and night kisses the morning | |
A dizzy farewell song keeps clawing my ears | |
The sense of my head obeys and goes alarming | |
But the pipers within my chest keep blowing their horns | |
So if you're in doubt | |
I'm not desperate by the hour | |
You know I've tried | |
To break this dead end of ours | |
And pass like a dove | |
But it's too late to exit from love | |
It's too late to pass through I really should | |
Well, I'm captured by a cliché | |
But I can't find no door | |
I always waited politely to sometimes get chosen | |
And I've blamed my sweet little mum "I ain't no fortunate son" | |
For so long I've chewed these words with no chance to use 'em | |
For so long I've really thought I was the only one | |
So if I'm not | |
Let us share all these drunken hours | |
And let us fly | |
From the roof of this tower | |
To higher above | |
For it's too late to exit from love | |
It's too late to pass through I really should | |
Well, I'm captured by a cliché | |
But I can't find no door | |
I'ts too late little baby |
When the clock beats two and night kisses the morning | |
A dizzy farewell song keeps clawing my ears | |
The sense of my head obeys and goes alarming | |
But the pipers within my chest keep blowing their horns | |
So if you' re in doubt | |
I' m not desperate by the hour | |
You know I' ve tried | |
To break this dead end of ours | |
And pass like a dove | |
But it' s too late to exit from love | |
It' s too late to pass through I really should | |
Well, I' m captured by a cliche | |
But I can' t find no door | |
I always waited politely to sometimes get chosen | |
And I' ve blamed my sweet little mum " I ain' t no fortunate son" | |
For so long I' ve chewed these words with no chance to use ' em | |
For so long I' ve really thought I was the only one | |
So if I' m not | |
Let us share all these drunken hours | |
And let us fly | |
From the roof of this tower | |
To higher above | |
For it' s too late to exit from love | |
It' s too late to pass through I really should | |
Well, I' m captured by a cliche | |
But I can' t find no door | |
I' ts too late little baby |
When the clock beats two and night kisses the morning | |
A dizzy farewell song keeps clawing my ears | |
The sense of my head obeys and goes alarming | |
But the pipers within my chest keep blowing their horns | |
So if you' re in doubt | |
I' m not desperate by the hour | |
You know I' ve tried | |
To break this dead end of ours | |
And pass like a dove | |
But it' s too late to exit from love | |
It' s too late to pass through I really should | |
Well, I' m captured by a cliché | |
But I can' t find no door | |
I always waited politely to sometimes get chosen | |
And I' ve blamed my sweet little mum " I ain' t no fortunate son" | |
For so long I' ve chewed these words with no chance to use ' em | |
For so long I' ve really thought I was the only one | |
So if I' m not | |
Let us share all these drunken hours | |
And let us fly | |
From the roof of this tower | |
To higher above | |
For it' s too late to exit from love | |
It' s too late to pass through I really should | |
Well, I' m captured by a cliché | |
But I can' t find no door | |
I' ts too late little baby |