Eight years of solitary
Cursed by temporary
Accused by a seaking season
Pleasured but in prison

Ref:
Floating on the heaven's shore
Listening in a deaf sound
Lying on a sacred floor
Where falling leaves can be found

Chorus:
Tomorrow's gonna be jus fine
Here in the place where the moon don't shine
Tomorrow's gonna be alright
Here in the place where the sun's not bright

Bridge:
Tell me where it came from
Is it clearly dry?
Are we on the same storm?
Let's give it a try!
(Repeat chorus)