tomorrow is my birthday
they’ll bake a cake and sing
to a bird with a broken wing.

what little hopes i found
(seashells in the sound)
are lost and have gone away.

under darkest lights
i’ve learned to cry ’till dawn
and still keep crying on.

tomorrow is my birthday
but that won’t change a thing.
it’s not like you’ll ever give me a ring.

the sun is bright
but it feels like night
and all the world is grey.

there’s magic if i want to believe
and there are worlds out there to touch
but i don’t care for magic or worlds very much.

yesterday i died, today i haunt.
but tomorrow is my birthday
and its only you i want.