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 can't 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