Those dying breeds
Gather beneath
Old fallen trees
Bits of leaves

If only we'd known
They'd see that tomorrow

Oh, carry me
For hands aim to feed
Through crowded streets
Took a tape on me

If only i'd known
May you see that tomorrow

Burn my remains
My stock the same
They read my name
It's yours now anyways

If only i'd known
They'd see that tomorrow
They'd see that tomorrow
They'd see that tomorrow