Credits
Lyrics
A tall, dark, elegant man goes on stage
Fresh air moving clouds
Straight views and shy words a little bit high
For that voice that no one ever knew
For that voice that no one has ever heard
After the show, he drags his legs to the guitar case
A bad actress shouts out loud, pretending she's drunk
Straight views and shy words
The only make me feel scared
I runaway to my double-decker bed
I runaway to my just-for-one-night bed
Tonight is already tomorrow
So yesterday it'll be all gone
Tonight is already tomorrow
So yesterday it'll be all gone
Tonight is already tomorrow
Tonight is already tomorrow
Tonight is already tomorrow
So yesterday it'll be all gone
Tonight is already tomorrow
So yesterday it'll be all gone
Tonight is already tomorrow
Tonight is already tomorrow
Written by: Ana Franco Moline, Andres Cabanes Munoz, Jaime Olmedo Varela, Juan Manuel Padilla Santa Victoria
