Too Late

Damon Albarn: Son, son what has become of your lawless heart, the right wing leaves shadows in your eyes But she don't love me anymore, just too late for love Gone, gone the stars have gone, spun out on the road, up to the big house on the hill But she don't live there anymore, she's tired of waiting for me.. Talib Kweli: There she goes (x3) See, she was my manifesto I love the California sun, we out in San Francisco Your man official, how it bubble like a pot of Crisco I never leave you in the hole, this ain't Apocalypto Clearly you got some issues Man she hit me in the heart with the pocket pistol She said she's never coming back Somehow I kinda missed her Damon Albarn: Oh Lord what have I done, what was my mistake These tears are all I have to give Cause she don't love me anymore, just too late for love.. (Inaudible chatter) (Damon Albarn Laughing)