The Señors of Marseille - Too Late | Текст песни

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• The Señors of Marseille
• Too Late

it’s too late, I’ve already been thinking of you
and leaving my life behind
I’m shootin’ farther than Cupid, I feel so stupid
falling for you

but I hear the whispers of your soul and they’re right
it’s softer than love in the middle of the night
they tell me the story of all your life
and how I should spend the rest with you

don’t speak now, the air melts with our love
it’s unfair to ask of it to flow over our lips
I can see now all of the poetry that is growing
in the sun of your smile

I hear the whispers of your soul and they’re right
it’s softer than love in the middle of the night
they tell me the story of all your life
and how I should spend the rest with you