It?s too late, I try to forget all the things that happened You said that I was wrong, thinking that we could always be together Now I guess that you
be found Where are you now Where are you now There is always the same excuse For this air of sad abuse And now the table's turned It's too late now
steady but the horse is blind Wicked are the branches on the tree of mankind Roots grow upward and the branches grow down It's much too late to throw the dice
steady but the horse is blind Wicked are the branches on the tree of mankind The roots grow upwared and the branches grow down Its much too late to throw the dice
