Из альбома: Life Of Saturdays
To all that came before me
To all that left their mark
To all that tried and failed so
To all that now are gone
I see myself in your words
I see you in my smile
Your wisdom's like a lighthouse
That guides me when I'm lost
I find myself
At these crossroads, broken dreams
And I don't know
What tomorrow might bring
I'm like a ball of clay
That you molded with your hands
Raised me without shadows
And baptized me in the light
To those who came before me
I know I'll see you soon
And like a distant star in the night
I'm reaching out for you
I find myself
At these crossroads, broken dreams
And I don't know
What tomorrow might bring
I find myself
At these crossroads, broken dreams
And I'll never know
What tomorrow might bring
What tomorrow brings...