Living Too Late — текст песни (Fall)

Crow`s feet are ingrained on my face
And I`m living too late
Try to wash the black off my face, but it`s ingrained
And I`m living too late
Sleepless, in-control spleen
A green [ace for Millie] must have [stump tripod] in the genes
I`m immune to things
In my dreams
I saw through the trees
O`er the poison river locks
Fork treacherous would beat
But still my heart it is rock
Finally going through old parasite gate
But there`s a 24-hour clock watch
And I`m living too late
Think
Sometimes life is like a new bar
Plastic seats, beer below par
Food with no taste, music grates
I`m living too late
Once talking was my favourite while
But now I`m no conversationeer
The thrill is done
Maybe I`m living too long
The daylight
I see trouble on the streets
Fearing catastrophe to meet
Walk down the devil`s boulevard
But still my heart is hard
They say the [cellars] were`t even black
But I know they`re wrong
Think it`s one [bin]