The Tommorow You Never Saw

Stripping my sack before the mirror,
Was this the tommorow I never saw?
I didn't defend the later,
The voice passing with the cab,
Was this the tommorow we yearn to see.

The house we didn't build
And the cold still rage
We remain strangers roaming in the dark basement.
The feelings will melt off
Tommorow is a curse,
The night is stingy
Let her dance, tommorow is wicked.

We kissed and I fell under your creeping spell,
But let's not come down
For tommorow is a curse
The only blessing we could ask for
Is remaining trap in our past
And let the voices re-echo.