Tomorrow You'll figure it out again Saw past and future glow Superimposed Glass panels and bright pink beams I'm dreaming the same bad dreams Every night We won't ever face it Until it's too late to call it quits We won't ever face it Until it's too late to make amends Fate is habit The tomb world The earth turns underneath, underneath The sky falls out from under me I cant see the ground Can't see the ground There is no signal in The buzzing or the static The feeling or the panic Feels like we're living in a funeral Like a note that's out of tune Ringing and ringing We won't ever face it Until it's too late to call it quits We won't ever face it Until it's too late to make amends Fate is habit