in the shot of two Twenty-four hours in June Will you wait until tomorrow? Will you wait until tomorrow? Will you wait until tomorrow? Will you wait until tomorrow
the web but I cut the threads Show you the gates of tomorrow Trapped in the web, no mercy is shed Show you the gates of tomorrow Trapped in the web,
own anthem Tomorrow never comes We?re living for tonight Tomorrow never comes Tonight we rule the night Tomorrow never comes The kiss of death for life
die Today love of women and children's laugh Tomorrow blood, fight and Death Today each of us drink to our dead brothers And those who will survive tomorrow
Превод: Death Cab За Cutie. Утре.
highest wind will will dance as I meet my god Memories dreams and reflections, passionless feelings of mine peeling my sobriety, leaving me to die Hereafter can death
the web - but I cut the threads Show you the gates of tomorrow Trapped in the web - no mercy is shed Show you the gates of tomorrow Trapped in the
Jesus is my savior and satan must die This is the end ready for death Reaper is near pity the damned Lucifer's lust has got out of hand Let's fuck him
A ghastly whisper runs through my spine a glimpse of tomorrow A sigh of sorrow a sigh of death These tears are made for me to shed I shiver, I died
in the web - but I cut the threads Show you the gates of tomorrow Trapped in the web - no mercy is shed Show you the gates of tomorrow Trapped in
the shot of two Twenty-four hours in June Will you wait until tomorrow? Will you wait until tomorrow? Will you wait until tomorrow? Will you wait until tomorrow
twisted 'cause she open when ya twist her Never met the bitch, but I'll fuck her like I missed her Life is a bitch and death is her sister Sleep is
lived it tomorrow Ah, don't look at me that way Well I hate the way that you say But my heart has gone astray With all these friendships slipped away But there's a death
child, he'd that there We know tomorrow ain't promise so we get that there Fuck sitting in the living room guarding the steps Working inside a slump house starving to death
twisted 'cause she open when you twist her Never met the bitch but I fuck her like I missed her Life is the bitch and death is her sister Sleep is the
since I've seen the young maiden My love is stronger that my fear of death I saddled up and away I did go, riding alone in the dark Maybe tomorrow a
somebody dies Must be out my fuckin' mind, what is this, the hundredth time? Sendin' flowers to funerals, readin' rest in peace You know the usual, death
of matches They still wouldn't found out From here on out it's the chronic two Startin' today and tomorrow's the new And I'm still loco enough To choke you to death
