Let tomorrow's tragedy
Not be the death of what we
So desperately need.

If love is a ocean
We'll Live on the coast and
Live off the passion we breathe.

When it all seems for nought
And I've given all I got
Leaving nothing to be sought,

Tomorrow come,
And you wish that I'm gone.
I'll chase the feeling for months

On ashes and whiskey
I'll wish that you miss me
Then I'll burn the part that you keep.

And live tomorrows tragedy
Of today's memory.