What's to come
The way back home is hard to find
your eyes seem so grey beneath these clouds
remember that morning long ago
when will everything be like on that day
Never really knowing what's going wrong
never really knowing where I'm running from
Never really knowing who's lost and won
but still so afraid of what's to come
Tell me what it's like to play all day long
tell me what it's like to be a child
waited for hours beneath a red sky
to remember how yellow the sun used to be
Never really knowing what's going wrong
never really knowing where I'm running from
Never really knowing who's lost and won
but still so afraid of what's to come
What's to come
What's to come
