Meet me tomorrow
When I leave the sorrow
When I give up the past, the woman, the last

Don't jump before the gun
There's no wine to get drunk
There's a gap between our tongues
Because of your ways almost not wrong

Meet me tomorrow
Today I'm not for lies
This time I'm the sorrow
Today I'm out of your sight

It's pretty hard to swallow
When the conditions aren't that mellow
Tons of stone
Tons of regret

Don't you know that I know where you placed your hands?
I'm used to your face of pretense
For so long
But you never understand