Woorden: Plushgun. Maybe Tomorrow.

Make a list to say you're sorry
Everybody else, they seem to point at you
But the way we act when we're too wasted
High above this local ground and

Tell your friends you always knew it
Tell them that you know a thing or two of love
Doesn't matter by the way they judge it
We will find a place to hide

Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow
Don't be sad, we're waiting for

Tomorrow, maybe
We'll run, baby
Tomorrow we'll be young again
We'll run around the sun again
This time, maybe
Our love, baby
Hearts will turn
As we begin to run

Make a list to say you're sorry
Everybody else, they seem to point at you
But the way we act when we're too wasted
High above this moral ground and

Tell your friends you always knew it
Tell them that you know a thing or two of love
Doesn't matter by the way they judge it
We will find a place to hide

Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow
Don't be sad, we're waiting for

Tomorrow, maybe
We'll run, baby
Tomorrow we'll be young again
We'll run around the sun again
And this time, maybe
Our love, baby
Hearts will turn
As we begin to run

Tomorrow, maybe
We'll run, baby
Tomorrow we'll be young again
We'll run around the sun again
And this time, maybe
Our love, baby
Hearts will turn
As we begin to run

Tomorrow, maybe
We'll run, baby
Tomorrow we'll be young again
We'll run around the sun again
And this time, maybe
Our love, baby?