Play me a tragic melody;

Sing a song of sorrow.

Draw me in with your sad stories,

And hold me there with the promise of tomorrow.



You have my heart in the palm of your hand;

My soul is yours as well.

I have yet to understand

How it is that I fell.



So in love with you,

Yet, so afraid

Of all the things you could do

With that bewitching serenade.



You promised me a tomorrow

And I'm still waiting for that day.

But, time is something I cannot borrow,

And I don't know if I should stay.



Tomorrow never comes;

I'm trapped in an endless day.

My poor heart succumbs,

And I am here to stay.