Lyrics

Bravery is hard to weigh. You won’t find it at your feet. A willingness to march through mud again, maybe it’s just self-deceit. I see something in your face. I can almost feel the sting. Instead of mumbling on about the past, knowing you can’t change a thing, sing to me about tomorrow, and you won’t have to sing alone. “I love you” is hard to say. We can both agree that’s true. You may not have a lot to say to me. Just one thing I ask of you: sing to me about tomorrow, and you won’t have to sing alone. I could say I’m not afraid, but you know I'm loathe to lie. I don’t have any time for platitudes, don’t have any time to cry. Sing to me about tomorrow, sing to me about tomorrow, sing to me about tomorrow, and you won’t have to sing alone.