«Tomorrow» - это поток бессознательных мыслей. Годы спустя я понял: это рассказ о похоронах моей матери. «Don't go to the door, there's a black car outside ». Должно быть, подразумевался катафалк. И всё в таком же роде. Очень хочется сказать себе: «Переживи уже это!» Но если с теми неприятными вещами, которые приключаются в твоей жизни, не разобраться сразу, то со временем они находят лазейки и выбираются наружу. [Боно, «U2 by U2»]
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Tomorrow

Won't [bad word] back tomorrow
Won't [bad word] back tomorrow
Won't [bad word] back tomorrow
Can I sleep tonight

Outside
Somebody's outside
Somebody's looking at the door
There's a black car parked
At the side of the road
Don't go to the door
Don't go to the door

I'm going out
I'm going outside mother
I'm going out there

Won't you be back tomorrow
Won't you be back tomorrow
Will you be back tomorrow

Who broke the window
Who broke down the door
Who tore the curtain
And who was He for
Who healed the wounds
Who heals the scars
Open the door
Open the door

Won't [bad word] back tomorrow
Won't you be back tomorrow
Will you be back tomorrow
Can I sleep tonight

Cause I want you... I... I want you...
I really... I... I want... I... I...
I want you to be back tomorrow
I want you to be back tomorrow
Will you be back tomorrow

Won't you be back tomorrow
Won't you be back tomorrow
Will you be back tomorrow
Open up, open up
To the love of God
To the love of he who made
The light to see you
 [bad word] back
 [bad word] back
I believe it
 [bad word] 

I'm gonna be there
I'm gonna be there mother
I'm gonna be there mother
I'm going out there
And you're gonna be there...