Tomorrow

Nothing ever turns out like you thought it would
Spare me some patience, if you could
Sometimes it feels like you're watching the sun
From a rain cloud far from home

Tomorrow
We've always got tomorrow

Some days, it feels like your bags are packed
But there's nowhere to go and no clock to turn back
And the sun goes down while it's cold outsiders
And your soul need something just to keep you alive

Tomorrow
We've always got tomorrow

Tomorrow
Tomorrow
Tomorrow

Nothing ever turns out like you thought it would
Spare me some patience if you could



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Writer(s): Jonathan Mark Buckland, Christopher Anthony John Martin, William Champion, Guy Rupert Berryman, Brian Peter George Eno
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