Poets of the Fall - Maybe tomorrow is a better day I'd stay the hand of god, but the war is on your lips How can I brace myself for razor blades on whips When everything with meaning is shattered, broken, screaming And I'm lost inside this darkness and I fear I won't survive
I could pray and trick with a double tongue, but the only fool here's me I choose the way to go, but the road won't set me free Cos I wish you'd see me, baby, save me, I'm going crazy Tryin' to keep us real, keep us alive
This day will die tonight and there ain't no exception We shouldn't wait for nothing to wait for Love me in this fable, babe, my heart is in your hand Our time is waiting right outside your door And maybe tomorrow is a better day
I do not deal the cards and I play a lousy hand I celebrate no victories and my promises are sand Against all this I contrast you, when all is lost the war is through Hey angel, dare the winds now we can fly
This day will die tonight and there ain't no exception Why should I wait for nothing to wait for Let me love you in this fable, hold your heart in my hand Our time is waiting right outside your door And maybe tomorrow is a better day
This day will die tonight and there ain't no exception Why should I wait for nothing to wait for I won't cry for my solitude, lay my head and dream of you And hope that you'll come knocking on my door And maybe tomorrow is a better day I know tomorrow is a better day
