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