in a sunrise of burning stop signs,
tomorrow's rising like a ghost from the graveyard of wishes.
its spirit bursting through prison fences,
flooding the street with a sea of ski masks marching from our ditches.
a new morning as bright as the smallest spark in the darkest dark.
warm as young lovers in mid kiss,
its wishes whisper between lovers lips.
...
she screams:
"LOVERS OF THE WORLD UNITE, THERE'S NO TOMORROW...ONLY TONIGHT"
...
its time for a new day to break,
from the dead dreams we awake.
like a mute speaking, seizing his say,
tomorrow come today
