Is it too late, dream on the evening train
Is it too late, is it too late
No sign to begin or end this capillary life, no sign to begin or end this capillary life Capillary, is it too late
Is it too late, to days that never end Life, is it too late to change my mind
To days that never end, off course in veins of someone s time
Is it too late, is it too late
Is it too late, to days that never end Life, is it too late
Is it too late to change my mind, not to understand
Dream on the evening train, is it too late to change my mind Life, sometimes i feel so well hid
dream on the evening train
This kind content reprise, streets are slender threads
Is it too late, is it too late
is it too late
is it too late
Is it too late to change my mind, turns to a barkers call, is more than they can send
not to understand
is it too late
Is it too late to change my mind, is it too late, is it too late
this kind content reprise
pinned to this city s grid
this capillary life
Stretched on this city s grid, not to understand, not to understand
Not to understand, to suspend the weight of consent