my goals,my eyes
and a little bit of your honesty
besides our past
we are lost in eternity
tell why,my life
supposed to be insecsere
I dared to stop
hundred times loosing my sense of fear

and maybe tomorrow i'll change
get use to not to live in past
and maybe tomorrow i'll deny
saving morally best for last

my mirrors,brand new lies
and a little bit of your [bad word] in me
could save our rains
and not snowing till next year
say how,you hate
i need to know all details
sounds [bad word] i'm late
give me a chance to defeat

and maybe tomorrow i'll change
get use to not to live in past
and maybe tomorrow i'll deny
saving morally best for last

and tonight whims are about us
what will happen if its' not more us
could they feel jealous by looking at us
should we forget and create a new us