Roses blooming again, ink on paper fading. Songs of loneliness, dance of the waiting.
Tomorrow, he'll come to me in his arms, I'll sleep.
Tomorrow, we will be dancing cheek to cheek.
Snow falls on memories, photographs aging. Dust on forgotten dreams, silent storm raging.
Tomorrow, he'll come to me in his arms, I'll sleep.
Tomorrow, we will be dancing cheek to cheek.
Tomorrow, tomorrow, there will always be. Tomorrow, tomorrow, waits for me.
Tomorrow, he'll come to me in his arms, I'll sleep.
Tomorrow, we will be dancing cheek to cheek.
Taken from AlbumSongAndLyrics.com
Roses blooming again, ink on paper fading. Songs of loneliness, dance of the waiting.