Tomorrow کے بول

Forgive me girl, for writing to you. I could not think of a better way. My expression recession, depression aggression, is all for you. I must give you away, I do not want to complete this final view. I must do it today, and I fight the past with your beautiful eyes. Sparks fly, we die, I just want to see tomorrow. Sun rise, blue skies, I just want to see tomorrow. I catch the cold drift you cast upon me, too late to change my clothes. You're leaving me breathless. Can I catch a gasp? With your beautiful hair waving. Tomorrow is today...