Tomorrow

First things first my friend, a change. He says that words are meaningless unless you wanted to, you really wanted to, sing the perfect song. A song of love, one to remind you of the true meaning tomorrow. The day will bring you life. He says the sun in him don't shine, so I'll wash in the morning sunrise. Until your world descends, round and round and round you'll spin again. Then suddenly you seem still 'cause your heart's not filled. Can you breathe at will if every heart's broken? Take my air to seal all despair, so we can breathe tomorrow. The day will bring you life. He says the sun in him don't shine, so I'll wash in the morning sunrise. When you finally get across, you can wash the past like rain that's washed. If someone asks where has he gone, tell them I'm at home. I'm at home. I'm at home. Oh. I'm at home.