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NUNO BETTENCOURT
MOURNING WIDOWS |
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Too Late
There you were a mile away
You thought for sure you were in Rome
And then I showed up with myself
One second lasts forever
It's too late
But I should have known better
It's too late
You know, I should have known better
It's too late
Yeah, I should have known better
Where do we go from here?
Last time I saw you, your throat was a savage
It opened up my whole chest
My heart fell onto the ground and it
Bruised the grass, made a mess
I remember how the moon was cracked
The clouds were dirty so you went
And drank the light till it was dark
A sudden snow in summer
Too late
But I should have known better
It's too late
You know, I should have known better
It's too late
Yeah, I should have known better
Where do we go from here?
I saw the vertical plunge of a dream
The human pain,the work of art
I fell for your skeleton,diving in deep
The love was deep
Your love was quicksand
I feel the wisdom of your feet
The miles and miles they walked
The night you held the earth between your knees
I couldn't stop the bleeding
It's too late
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