Here, the future is ever so near
Why should we all be alone
Every night on the way home
This time, we should be starting again
Get up and counting to ten
Seeing you combing your hair
Pretending that no-one is there
You know it could be better than that
But wait until tomorrow morning
Learning to be you is what hurts most
Close your eyes and hold your terror close
Don't fear I hear you come in loud and clear
Carried you 'till it got dark
then we can run through the park
you're right
strangers are easy to like
thunder and lighting strike
maybe if we look at the map
everything done is a wrap
just please
give me a chance to say no
why wait until tomorrow morning
yearning to be you is what hurts most
close your eyes and hold your terror close