Too Late Lyrics - Luca Turilli

Shades of weathered statues 

Made with hands that carved precious marble 

Through the gothic portal 

She walks and asks 

Where her mother's resting in peace 

Where she now rests in peace 

Crossing over white paths 

She now cries before coming to the tomb 

Now covered by all the colours of 

The best flowers chosen with love 

Chosen with love 

Beloved Mother 

TOO LATE 

NOW IS TOO LATE 

FOR A LOVE NEVER REMEMBERED 

TO A MOTHER DEAD A STRANGER 

FOR A VICTIM OF YOUR SHADOW 

PAY YOUR SHAME NOW 

CRY ONLY FOR YOURSELF 'CAUSE 

SHE DOES NOT DESERVE YOUR TEARS 

Where were you when she was ill 

Where were you when she was in need of help 

To cure her solitude from when her life 

Was changed by your father's sad death 

By your father's death 

Beloved Mother 

TOO LATE 

NOW IS TOO LATE 

FOR A LOVE NEVER REMEMBERED 

TO A MOTHER DEAD A STRANGER 

FOR A VICTIM OF YOUR SHADOW 

PAY YOUR SHAME NOW 

CRY ONLY FOR YOURSELF 'CAUSE 

SHE DOES NOT DESERVE YOUR TEARS 

TOO LATE