Blossom of Quiet
If Tomorrow Never Comes
Hmm...I don’t think I am ready for tomorrow
Let’s just make it hang on a whim
That tomorrow the will might not be slim
Da etiquettes of slime walking govern me
So rest and have a cup of tea
A mind unmade is like a bag of fleas
A bed unmade invites not serious lovers
For romance roams an unmade bed
So, my friend lets just lay it here
And have faith in the dawn of tomorrow
Every living soul has a treasure
Kept in the soft belly of pregnant tomorrow
What is it that we're searching?
Knowing if we're going to see the rising sun?
The arts of man feeble as his scripted intellect
To fail is to feel the ravaging chill
Of the early morning breeze
To succeed is of a more relief
But still there remains the unanswered question
If tomorrow never comes
Who dares blame the fool?
Let’s just make it hang on a whim
That tomorrow the will might not be slim
Da etiquettes of slime walking govern me
So rest and have a cup of tea
A mind unmade is like a bag of fleas
A bed unmade invites not serious lovers
For romance roams an unmade bed
So, my friend lets just lay it here
And have faith in the dawn of tomorrow
Every living soul has a treasure
Kept in the soft belly of pregnant tomorrow
What is it that we're searching?
Knowing if we're going to see the rising sun?
The arts of man feeble as his scripted intellect
To fail is to feel the ravaging chill
Of the early morning breeze
To succeed is of a more relief
But still there remains the unanswered question
If tomorrow never comes
Who dares blame the fool?
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