Roses blooming again, ink on paper fading

Songs of loneliness, dance of the waiting


Tomorrow, hell come to me in his arms Ill sleep

Tomorrow, we will be dancing cheek to cheek


Snow falls on memories, photographs aging

Dust on forgotten dreams, silent storm raging


Tomorrow, hell come to me in his arms Ill sleep

Tomorrow, we will be dancing cheek to cheek


Tomorrow, tomorrow, there will always be

Tomorrow, tomorrow, waits for me . . .


Tomorrow, hell come to me in his arms Ill sleep

Tomorrow, we will be dancing cheek to cheek


Roses blooming again. Ink on paper fading

Songs of loneliness, dance of the waiting