Below the cold and emptiness
Emptiness
No space to run decompress
Decompress
Back here again
Back here again
Memories and trends
Tying the loose ends up
Tomorrow
See what tomorrow has to give
Maybe the Sun will shine
Through the clouds and morning rain
Tomorrow
See what tomorrow has to bring
Tomorrow
Before we lose our minds
The sound of calling from our beds
From our beds
A choir of angels serenade the dead
The dead
Spirits floating, once ashes and dust
I hear them calling, calling me up
Calling me up
Tomorrow
See what tomorrow has to give
Before we lose our minds
