Call for tomorrow

Like a race down to the bottom

I make my way, I think I'm winning

at least there's not a single soul around

I think I drank more than I should have

but then again I always have

I always want things to last forever

What can I do?

The end is drawing near

I have no fear, the end is just

another part of this wicked story

All the dreams I keep on dreaming

will not retreat, the earth still spins

the sun is calling for tomorrow

with fading warmth...

I have been left in the shade of the circumstance

another mirror shows the same shapes but different men

I have been lost in the cause of my actions

I have been whole but reduced now to fractions

I have escaped just to hide in the dark

and led myself to believe that I can call

call for tomorrow and be a different man

be a different man