I know how to say words like "fuck" 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 come in peace under the sun
offering the truth of out time
early morning and yet too late,
too late, too late to fornicate
Too late to fornicate