It is too late too soon our romantic saga,
we are the cousins from the lost Pompei
before love lava lazy moved to claim,
to eat our sins with a gigantic voodoo spoon.

It is too late too soon our romantic saga,
we are two words lost in translation
before the bla bla generation
learned how to speak and spell
the mighty gloom.

And can’t you hear the sound of doom,
the musical of mute deaf stars,
the Broadway from the stutter moon?

It is to late to say it is too soon,
The planet always meets itself at noon.

It is too late too soon our romantic saga,
we are two villains without proper fame,
most wanted on the gaga wall of shame ,
the She wants revenge Bride and her unfaithful
groom.

And can’t you hear the sound of doom,
the musical of mute deaf stars,
the Broadway from the stutter moon?

It is to late to say it is too soon,
The planet always meets itself at noon.