What time is tomorrow for all the lovers that are lost
between the smiles from their past
a love they wished had gone on to last, and last--
Yes, they’re so very lost, and buried deep inside
call it ego, call it pride
They're buried deep inside their sorrows
they've lost all of their tomorrows.
Their yesterday’s are all gone
and, the love they shared is like an old forgotten song
and, the memories that they had —
are now all just faded photographs
where they’re hidden from their eyes
to forget the pain, and all the lies
like a Shakespearian play of his, and hers
with the other woman/with the other man
both wanting someone to listen, and to understand
lovers that are lost inside tomorrow
just two wounded souls
lost inside their pain/inside their sorrows---
lost inside
where it rains, and rains.