Lyrics

Nothing ever turns out like you thought it would Spare me some patience, if you could Sometimes it feels like you're watching the sun From a rain cloud far from home Tomorrow We've always got tomorrow Some days, it feels like your bags are packed But there's nowhere to go and no clock to turn back And the sun goes down while it's cold outsiders And your soul need something just to keep you alive Tomorrow We've always got tomorrow Tomorrow Tomorrow Tomorrow Nothing ever turns out like you thought it would Spare me some patience if you could
Writer(s): Jonathan Mark Buckland, Christopher Anthony John Martin, William Champion, Guy Rupert Berryman, Brian Peter George Eno Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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