when the day after tomorrow
wakes me up at dawn
drawing shadows through my bed, up my wall
making history where I used to fall

(I´ll be your line
through which you never made a call)

when the day after tomorrow
comes in my sight
whispering lies in my ears
about where you slept last night

(I´ll be your wrongs
in things we never did right)

when the day after tomorrow
gives me back a day from the past
I´ll say thanks to a town
where you were mine at last

(but you´ll be running too slow
and I´ll be leaving too fast)

when the day after tomorrow comes
don´t just let me be
cause i´m still standing here, gasping
come away with me