Too Late - Folded Dragons, Aloma Steele

I love the sound of your heartbeat

Dancing like a butterfly

Delicate and shy

Oh, I’d burn every river

And turn ash to flame

To hear your name

But it’s too late

It’s too late

The trace of our goodbye’s

In the corner of my mind

It’s too late

It’s too late

Oh the glimmer in your eyes

Would be sorry if we tried

It’s too late

(Turn ash to a flame)

It’s too late, it’s too late

I see your face in my reflection

Cuts right to the bone

You’re here but not at home

Oh I’d love to adore you

Just to feel the pain, feel the pain

Or feel again

But it’s too late

It’s too late

The trace of our goodbye’s

In the corner of my mind

It’s too late

It’s too late

Oh the glimmer in your eyes

Would be sorry if we tried

It’s too late

(Turn ash to a flame, ahh)

It’s too late, it’s too late

Catching a feeling then watching it bleeding

Bleeding

Hoping, believing makes no sense to me

Love and let go

Because it’s too late

It’s too late

The trace of our goodbye’s

In the corner of my mind

It’s too late

It’s too late

Oh that glimmer in your eyes

Would be sorry if we tried

It’s too late

It’s too late

It’s too late

It’s too late, it’s too late