It’s Too Late

Lyrics

Summer’s here and the time is right
To catch you and play at night
You’re everything in this world of mine
So now I must save the time
So happy just to be in line
Knowing you, you’re right by my side

But it’s too late I can’t negotiate
For feeling fine you’re just like good red wine
I’m in love with you

But it’s too late let’s just associate and
Feelin’ fine, know how to draw those lines
I’m telling you

Summer’s here and the night is young
Let’s find a place for us to run
By your side everything is fine
So now I must save the time
So happy just to be in line
Knowing you, you’re right by my side

And it’s too late I can’t negotiate
For feeling fine you’re just like good red wine
I’m in love with you

But it’s too late let’s just associate and
Feelin’ fine, know how to draw those lines
I’m telling you
Spring is in the air
No substitute for love ruled the day and made the night
Truly out of sight

And it’s too late I can’t negotiate
For feeling fine you’re just like good red wine
I’m in love with you

But it’s too late let’s just associate and
Feelin’ fine, know how to draw those lines
I’m telling you

It’s too late, let’s just associate and
It’s too late I can’t negotiate
To be in love with you I’m telling you

Availability

On Wasted Lines

Video

Notes

An old Father Bloopy song brought in during the ‘Wasted Lines’ sessions. Written by Roger Houdaille
Produced by Roger Houdaille and Fernando Perdomo