Too Late

What have i done?

I've cracked the wings with my hands

the picture is melting down

in vain, i try to paint it againBut this time it's too late

my dream has gone away

too late for anything

anytihg, but you're still inside of meNo one understands

all my words lost at the end

how can it be this way?

The dead are bleeding like the lifeBut this time it's too late

my dream has gone away

too late for anything

anytihg, but you're still inside of me