Those dying breeds
Gather beneath
Old fallen trees

Bits of leaves

If only we'd known

They'd see that tomorrow

Oh, carry me

For hands aim to feed
Through crowded streets
Took a tape on me


If only I'd known
May you see that tomorrow


Burn my remains
My stock the same

They read my name
It's yours now anyways


If only I'd known
They'd see that tomorrow
They'd see that tomorrow

They'd see that tomorrow