Too Late
Count, touch the ground
Win some time
Win the time
Yours not mine, yours not mine

Climb, reach the time
Let me think
Out of my mind
Of my mind, of my mind

But maybe it's too late
To see what is inside of you

I wanna feel your presence in my hands
Once again, once again

Cause when I feel it again
Your ways in my veins, I'm free-falling
I'm falling

But maybe it’s too late
To see what is inside of you
I would like to stop the time
And I would like to read your mind
If I could make it...
Then I'll be singing...