Roses blooming again, ink on paper fading Songs of loneliness, dance of the waiting Tomorrow, hell come to me in his arms Ill sleep Tomorrow, we will be dancing cheek to cheek Snow falls on memories, photographs aging Dust on forgotten dreams, silent storm raging Tomorrow, hell come to me in his arms Ill sleep Tomorrow, we will be dancing cheek to cheek Tomorrow, tomorrow, there will always be Tomorrow, tomorrow, waits for me . . . Tomorrow, hell come to me in his arms Ill sleep Tomorrow, we will be dancing cheek to cheek Roses blooming again. Ink on paper fading Songs of loneliness, dance of the waiting