I don't want the world to stay
Everything just the way it was no
Where is the sense in that? Where is the fun in that?
Forward, forward then suddenly everything's
Awkward, awkward whenever we're ready it's
Too late, too late and there's still tomorrow to think about yeah think about
I'll think tomorrow today
I want the world to heal
But I'm waiting for mass appeal
Where is the sense in that? Where is the fun in that?
Forward, forward then suddenly everything's
Awkward, awkward whenever we're ready it's
Too late, too late and there's still tomorrow to think about yeah think about
I'll think tomorrow today
I'll think tomorrow today
- Euphoryn