Sweet tomorrow, day after today Your sweet, sweet promise, leads me away It's a minor detail, from a bird's eye view That keeps me going, tell what can I do To find a cure for, my own disease Because it's breaking the hearts of the sweetest girls around It never pleased me, so I'll stop believing In forcing the mountains, to move them at my will I wonder how, how my story is told When the day is done and I'm getting old It's a minor detail, from a bird's eye view But it keeps me going, tell me what can I do To find a cure for, my own disease Beause it's breaking the hearts of the sweetest girls around It never pleased me, so I'll stop believing In forcing the mountains, to move them at my will I'm getting older, it's always happening Never did I spend a day, and I was younger than before How could it be that, I'm still believing After being torn apart, so many times?