Roses blooming again, ink on paper fadingSongs of loneliness,
dance of the waitingTomorrow, hell come to me in his arms Ill
sleepTomorrow, we will be dancing cheek to cheekSnow falls on
memories, photographs agingDust on forgotten dreams, silent
storm ragingTomorrow, hell come to me in his arms Ill
sleepTomorrow, we will be dancing cheek to cheekTomorrow,
tomorrow, there will always beTomorrow, tomorrow, waits for me .
. .Tomorrow, hell come to me in his arms Ill sleepTomorrow, we
will be dancing cheek to cheekRoses blooming again. Ink on paper
fadingSongs of loneliness, dance of the waiting