The Day After Tomorrow
We measure the rain in feet instead of inches
How we holding up? We're just holding onto each other
Plummeting deeper into life's consistent mystery
It hurts like hell
And after a while I'm getting sick of making history
Anybody notice it's something every year?
One day our fragile way of life could disappear
Our kids could hear the stories of the life we lived back then
Or the day after tomorrow it could cease to exist again
Most of us are terrified but some of us pretend
You learn you take for granted the place you rest your head
All of us are shaken up but some of us are dead
The day after tomorrow it could cease to exist again
Some of us have panic attacks under the covers
Some of us are starting to lose their sense of clarity
I mean myself
Our talks in the kitchen just skirting around insanity
What more has to happen til it's all just precedent?
What makes a group of people choose falling to their death?
We could tell another story of us backing from the edge
Or the day after tomorrow it could cease to exist again
I'm not convinced we're not in hell
I'm not convinced we're not in hell
I'm not convinced we're not in hell
Take a look at ourselves, take a look at ourselves
Most of us are terrified but some of us pretend
You learn you for granted the place you rest your head
All of us are shaken up but some of us are dead
The day after tomorrow it could cease to exist again
How we holding up? We're just holding onto each other
Plummeting deeper into life's consistent mystery
It hurts like hell
And after a while I'm getting sick of making history
Anybody notice it's something every year?
One day our fragile way of life could disappear
Our kids could hear the stories of the life we lived back then
Or the day after tomorrow it could cease to exist again
Most of us are terrified but some of us pretend
You learn you take for granted the place you rest your head
All of us are shaken up but some of us are dead
The day after tomorrow it could cease to exist again
Some of us have panic attacks under the covers
Some of us are starting to lose their sense of clarity
I mean myself
Our talks in the kitchen just skirting around insanity
What more has to happen til it's all just precedent?
What makes a group of people choose falling to their death?
We could tell another story of us backing from the edge
Or the day after tomorrow it could cease to exist again
I'm not convinced we're not in hell
I'm not convinced we're not in hell
I'm not convinced we're not in hell
Take a look at ourselves, take a look at ourselves
Most of us are terrified but some of us pretend
You learn you for granted the place you rest your head
All of us are shaken up but some of us are dead
The day after tomorrow it could cease to exist again
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Writer(s): Grant Eubanks
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