Heart stops beating, all the words worth repeating 

She is dancing but not singing, is it maybe that she doesn't know the words? 

She's dressed up, but don't worry, she's got friends 

Snowflake eating, she is mildly self-defeating 

And the secrets that she's keeping they are really only dangerous to her 

Ships ain't sinking 

We are here to help you sing your songs 

We are here to help you sing your songs 

Because tomorrow comes and no one calls 



She stops grinning when the room it starts spinning 

She is losing all her winnings, she's angry but it's just the alcohol 

She's all fucked right up, it's okay, man, she's got friends 

'Cause we are here to help her sing her songs 

We are here to help her sing her songs 

Because tomorrow's gonna come 

Tomorrow's gonna come, and no one's gonna call 



This isn't Christmas, this is Chinatown and those are pretty lights 

Just use some more and put 'em on your make-up dolls 

A painting on the underneath that never smiles on the scene 

Is just like Christmas if it was Halloween 



Someone taught her it's okay to be a martyr 

Like an educated angel, be a rat, you know in all the things you love,

Well okay 

Priceless pictures, she's collected iceless fixtures that is freezing from the

people 

She's chosen out to help her through it all 

Whatever 

We are here to help you sing your songs 

We are here to help you sing your songs 

We are here to help you sing your songs 

Because tomorrow's gonna come