I know how to say words like "f**" and "OK"
In my broken english way
And I know that it's sad, it's pathetic, and it's bad
That I can't communicate
Far away far away from you
like Tokyo and Istambul
I can sing you the blues, I can learn few more words
But it's way way too late
I'm coming in peace under the sun
offering you truth of our time
early morning and yet too late,
too late, too late to fornicate
Too late to fornicate