What will be tomorrow
Same we have to say
(So much we do not want)
Someones we can borrow
And make of little play
(How can it harm)

Deals we would let down through the day
With people who can't play
Then blame [bad word] on way
From the height

Who's next we will follow
Strange one we would say
(Who surely got to know)
Songs about sorrow
That fits for any day
(That everyone should)

still we could break by the way
With little things to say
And it's another height
For today

Manners are too narrow
It looks so from your height [bad word] back with sorrow
Like any other day