If tomorrow has to start
without you
When tomorrow comes,
you will live through the light of the sun,
across the streets you've walked upon,
in the memories of the people who live on.
You will kiss the faces of strangers through the air
you've breathed, you will leave fingerprints of
ages that water can't treat.
When we look up at the sky, a cloud may form your
favorite thought, and that's how we'll
know; you live on,
when tomorrow
comes.
