2Young2Late

I wish i'd been young

'round 66

Syd Barret and i'd become

Comfortably numb

From all of that smoke

Backstage, ufo

Take me to London

I'm ready to go

Back to soho

Tripping into the night

With kaleidoscope eyes

I'm going back to the feeling

Going back to the feeling

Everything is allowed

Till the red lights goes out

I'm going back to the felling

Going back to the feeling

I'm, i'm

Too young, too young too late

I'm, i'm

Too young too fucking late

I'm, i'm

Too young, too young too late

I'm, i'm

Too young too fucking late

I wish i'd been young

'round 69

Jimmy and Jannis and

The king are alive

There is no future

At least not for me

It left with the Pistols

Oh can you believe

Can you believe

Rock'n roll is dead

I'm too young too late

Rock'n roll is dead

I'm too fucking late

Back to soho

Tripping into the night

With kaleidoscope eyes

I'm going back to the feeling

Going back to the feeling

Everything is allowed

Till the red lights goes out

I'm going back to the felling

Going back to the feeling

I'm, i'm

Too young, too young too late

I'm, i'm

Too young too fucking late

I'm, i'm

Too young, too young too late

I'm, i'm

Too young too fucking late

Tripping into the night

With kaleidoscope eyes

I'm going back to the feeling

Going back to the feeling