So they said that it was over
And you knew it to be true
Couldn’t rest upon their shoulder
When the weakness ran you through
So you turned away from loving
Like it reeked of cheap purfume
But until you let yourself believe
The demons stay to roost

When tomorrow comes
You’ll run yourself alive
Feel the air within your lungs
Let pain become your guide

You can cry yourself to sleeping
In an old familiar bed
While the ghosts you keep disturbing
Fly around your weary head
You can scream into the pillows
While the darkness eats your dreams
But until you see the truth you hide
You’ll never be at peace

When tomorrow comes
To run yourself alive
Feel the pain within your lungs
Let pain become your guide

Now you polish up up your pretence
And you mask the pain with pride
So none can see the punishment
That you give yourself inside
Friends who see behind the curtains
Know the journey they you’re on
Don’t push their help to far away
The road won’t seem so long.

Take a chance to see outside
Lift your head from out the vice
Burn the pictures, Roll the dice
Know that yes, it once was nice
But rivers flow, Under the ice
Face the chance of life
Bag and bin the pain you’re in
Fight the dark inside.

When tomorrow comes
It sees you come alive
Turn your face towards the sun
Feel the warmth, the cold, the fun,
Find the smiles you hid so long
Sing the songs you wish you’d sung
Just move your legs
And run.


Unpack and put away

And so the passport goes away
Perhaps to come another day
To take me off to distant lands
There once again to hold your hand

But now I sit alone again
Know it cannot be the same
As when we walked out in the park
And held each other in the dark

Streets which rang with laughter true
Will never more be graced with you
At least not with the you I met
That you is gone her laughs are spent

For though we held in darkness tight
Each other on in to the light
That shadow which within you knew
Emerged when far away I flew

Its sickening tendrils clenched your heart
And sundered there we fell apart
No more to find that blessed place
Though always I will seek your grace

Once more the passport goes away
Perhaps to come another day
To take me off to distant lands
Where long ago I held your hand.