Testo Too Late Frank Barile
The thought of us is all I see
I want it to be all I know
But itâs not yet reality
How much further do I go?
And itâs too late to fool ourselves
That thereâs nothing there
And itâs too late to pretend that we donât care
And I donât want to wait
Until itâs too late
If love equals frustration
Then itâs frustration that I crave
But when this is an obsession
I just want to be saved
Now I know that if I drown
Only I can be blamed
For I feel my body dragging down
And my shipâs sailing away
And itâs too late to fool ourselves
That thereâs nothing there
And itâs too late to pretend that we donât care
And I donât want to wait
Until itâs too late
