Too Late

Too late
Too late
It’s too late now
Too late
Too late
It’s too late now

Used to think you were all mine
Used to think we would be alright
Used to think you were all mine
Used to think we would be alright

Closure

You keep me coming back

You keep me coming back
Over and over
You keep me coming back
Crying out for closure
You keep me coming back
Over and over

All eyes on the prize , individualism is on the rise,
got nothing left to talk about but me.
How I appeal, how do I feel, shooting the schpeel,
Everyday is a symptomatic narcissistic showreel for you to see.
And I ask you, tell me again.

Oh boy, whats your hit count, oh girl, pout the lips out,
Confront the inner fears in public.
Self love is self inflicted , got myself all self addicted,

we birth the vanity republic.
And I ask you, tell me again.
And I ask you, when will it end.
This vanity Republic
This vanity Republic

Female choir

Zefiro torna e di soavi accenti
L’aer fa grato e’l piè discioglie a l’onde.
E mormorando tra le verdi fronde,
Fa danzar al bel suon su’l prato i fiori.
Inghirlandato il crin Fillid’e Clori
Note temprando amor care e gioconde.
E da monti (e da valli) ime (e profonde)
Raddoppian l’armonia gli antri canori.
Sorge più vaga in ciel l’aurora
E’l sole sparge più luci d’or.
Più puro argento, Fregia di Teti
Il bel ceruleo manto.

Sol io, per selve abbandonate e sole,
L’ardor di due begli occhi e’l mio tormento,
Come vuol mia ventura hor piango, hor canto.

Traduction :

Zéphyr est de retour et le ciel retentit
De délectables accents et fait bouger les ondes.
Et murmurant entre les arbres,
Il fait danser par cette belle musique les fleurs dans les prés.

Phyllis et Cloris, la tête couronnée de guirlandes,
Jouent des notes d’amour douces et joyeuses.
Et depuis les sommets (et les plaines profondes)
Les antres mélodieux redoublent d’harmonie.
L’Aurore surgit encore brumeuse
Et le soleil répand ses lumières dorées.
Le plus pur argent embellit
Le beau manteau bleuté de Thétis.

Seul moi, dans les forêts abandonnées et solitaires,
Comme le veut mon destin, je pleure et je chante
L’ardeur de deux beaux yeux qui est mon tourment.

Male humming