Has the calendar been lying in that corner
Perhaps forgotten
But not that day
When I picked her up
A few thousand thoughts
Her numbers gave
She told me it is months
But time has the power to fly
It is no wonder
When months turn into weeks
It is no wonder
When weeks turn into days
But isn’t it all only tomorrow
Isn’t it all only tomorrow
When all these will end
When all these will grey out
Into the mind
Into the memory
Only tomorrow
Will a different sky appear
But hold the sky I can’t
Only tomorrow
Will a different sun appear
But hold the sun I can’t
Isn’t it all only tomorrow
When all these will end
When all these will grey out
Into the mind
Into the memory
I want to remember
The time spent with all of you
And hope I want
To see all of you again
After tomorrow
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