What Tomorrow Brings-Badly Drawn Boy

I'm tired of thinking about this morning May as well just dream of what tomorrow brings If this is your last photograph Just smile, stand tall, and you could have it all Color your soul, to make it whole And use this day, what of it remains If it's your reality, if this is your reality Let it be Ten feet tall, but feeling small You raise those plans Take a hold with your hands This photograph could be your last A final prize, a moment in time If it's your reality, if this if something you can see I'm tired of thinking about this morning May as well just dream of what tomorrow brings Ascend your soul, reach your goal Blue-eyed one, hope against hope Taking that fall, unwrapped it all Bring it back, like the blood of the triad If it's this reality, if this is all just let it be I'm tired of thinking about this morning May as well just dream of what tomorrow brings I'm tired of thinking about this morning May as well just dream of what tomorrow brings Just when you think that you could never find it Just then you realize your future is all in your hands One day we'll look at this and laugh about it Until then just realize the future is all in our hands I'm tired of thinking about this morning May as well just dream of what tomorrow brings