Stretched on this city's grid,
Sometimes I feel so well hid
Pinned to this city's grid,
No sign to begin or end this capillary life
This capillary life This capillary life

Streets are slender threads
To suspend the weight of consent
To days that never end,
When all I want
Is more than they can send
This capillary life This capillary life

Is it too late,
Is it too late,
Is it too late to change my mind?

Is it too late,
Is it too late,
Is it too late to change my mind?

This kind content reprise,
Off course in veins of someone's time

This kind content reprise,
Off course in veins of someone's time

Is it too late,
Is it too late,
Is it too late to change my mind?

Is it too late,
Is it too late,
Is it too late to change my mind?

Dream on the evening train: brakes scrape
A song through my hands,
Turns to a barkers call
Wide awake, not to understand
This capillary life This capillary life

Is it too late,
Is it too late,
Is it too late to change my mind?

Is it too late,
Is it too late,
Is it too late to change my mind?

Is it too late,
Is it too late,
Is it too late to change my mind?

Is it too late,
Is it too late,
Is it too late to change my mind?