my legs ache, it's so cold.
and i know this door like the back of my hand.
maybe i have the wrong adress.
maybe the wrong key in my hand. if it opens, will i enter? and what happens if i don't like what i see? will the door be shut behind? if i choose to decline...if i choose to decline.

Chorus:
can you see that it's not yesterday?
can you see that it's today??
can you see that it's not tomorrow?
can you see that it's today??
ignore the sorrow...

now it's too late, and way too tight.
i can't go on like this anymore.
there was a time i felt the life, and if you ask i'd say just fine. that was then, this is now.
now i don't know what im suupposed to do.
i try to resurrect tomorrow, because the day just won't do...
day just won't do...day just won't do...

Chorus:
can you see that it's not yesterday?
can you see that it's today??
can you see that it's not tomorrow?
can you see that it's today??
ignore the sorrow...

letters in white lines. letters in white...God help me.
can you see that it's not yesterday?
can you see that it's today??
can you see that it's not tomorrow?
can you see that it's today??..