Too late he whispered underneath the chill of the night
Too late
Too late
Too late
Too late I've been walking these back alleys
These ***** garbage soaked streets
Too late we are to see the charge that these magic men
Have been working long hours
With their magical hands
Too late are the eyes to open holding visions
To seriously
Too late
Too late
Too late
Too late are the hours that will float away like fire
Too late are the minutes whose sparks used to inspire
Mechanically pushing these buttons to the bottom
Of a withering crystal lake
Eternity breathes its left breath
As we think we are living
But instead
Are dying
And the clown man touches the surface
Of a glade that has not yet awakened
Telling faces who pass him by
To not be afraid when mistaken
These are the worries of human kind with a mind
Untampered, unknown, a permanent throne
Where high art lights itself on fire
To warm the people cold in the mire
As of late though
I see the naked hand of misery wiping everything clean
With all these people shouting loud and proud
With smiles that reflect nothing at all
Reflect the majestic solidarity and princely wink
Towards the bar room drunk
That we are the circumstances of a mistake
So take no advice
When a whine whistles "Don't wait in hate"
For it is
Too late
Too late
Too late