Theatre of Ice Tomorrow Never Comes (1992)
A cold wind blows over me But in my mind still I can see Your mothers satin wedding gown Around your neck so tightly bound A beauty no words could belie Such wonder played within your eyes A vision so pure and innocent No more perfect girl could I invent So many nights I dreamed of you Under a moon so cold and blue But always I heard you say Tomorrow would be our day Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow, Tomorrow never comes Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow, Tomorrow never comes Out in the pale blue moonlight Al
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