I know how to say words like "fuck" and "OK"
In my broken english way
And I know that it's sad, it's pathetic, and it's bad
That I can't communicate

Far away far away from you
Like Tokyo and Istambul
I can sing you the blues, I can learn few more words
But it's way way too late

I come in peace under the sun
Offering the truth of out time
Early morning and yet too late
Too late, too late to fornicate

Too late to fornicate