Roses blooming again, ink on paper fading Songs of loneliness, dance of the waiting Tomorrow, he'll come to me in his arms I'll sleep Tomorrow, we will be dancing cheek to cheek Snow falls on memories, photographs aging Dust on forgotten dreams, silent storm raging Tomorrow, he'll come to me in his arms I'll sleep Tomorrow, we will be dancing cheek to cheek Tomorrow, tomorrow, there will always be Tomorrow, tomorrow, waits for me . . . Tomorrow, he'll come to me in his arms I'll sleep Tomorrow, we will be dancing cheek to cheek Roses blooming again. Ink on paper fading Songs of loneliness, dance of the waiting