Too Little Too Late Songtext
von The Ghost of Carolina

Go ahead... take your time
The destruction of this perfect situation
And I keep and repeat trying to make more sense of this
But it goes like wind blows, there you go and yet I digress
So Let′s get to the point
We'll never make it on our own... on our own... so I say


One time just to meet in the middle
Two times and its all just so typical
Three times and it′s oh so invisible
Lines you gotta cross sometimes
I'm sick and tired of this voice in my head
Telling me that I need to be dead
One time just to meet in the middle
Girl we're running out of time

So it goes, around again...
From the look on our face its just a matter of perception
Of what counts, in the end
We′ll never make it on our own
On our own, so I say