Tomorrow

Lost colors to show,
winding road
Lock up hesitation, an old song
The wind that loses its edge
loses sight of where
it is going the following day
Time passes by
Time repeats itself
Like as if washing
something away
into the dark
the moon sinks down in
like as if having
hate on the nights
Going in a storm
of hesitation
Though we were scared
to know we were too young
Going in a storm
of hesitation
trusting the light
with doubts we were too young

The rain of grief,
the light of joy
does not wait as
it goes through changes
Just to give some birth to hope
the rusted oath
it regains its color again
Going in a storm
of hesitation
Though we were scared
to know we were too young
Going in a storm
of hesitation
trusting the light
with doubts we were too young

Time passes by
Time repeats itself
Like as if washing
something away
into the dark
the moon sinks down in
like as if having
hate on the nights
Going in a storm
of hesitation
though we were scared
to know we were too young
Going in a storm
of hesitation
though we know there's
no chance
Going in a storm
of hesitation
Though we were scared
to know we were too young
Going in a storm
of hesitation
trusting the light
with doubts we were too young
And with our own hands
we'll find tomorrow
And with our own hands
we'll find tomorrow
And with our own hands
we'll find tomorrow
trusting the light
with doubts we were too young