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  • Walking a lonely road in the dark
    A scent of rain
    Under wings of a clouded sky
    Is it a losing game

    Running after pictures
    Slowly slipping away
    Trying to take hold of a memory

    Do you remember the days when forever
    Had only just begun
    You reach for the distance
    And when you arrive the distance is gone
    Already gone

    Withered roses in the rear view mirror
    Fade away and rain came late
    Was it all worth it
    When it's all been proven just an illusion
    A distant memory for

    Tomorrow in the palm of our hands
    What's gonna be left but a thorn without roses
    Tomorrow in the palm of our hands
    We're gonna take hold of a thorn
    Of a thorn without a rose

    Laid out a hedge of thorns around my heart
    Pricking your fingers
    Our reasons and soul
    Tearing you and me apart

    Bed of roses in the rear view mirror
    It turns to thorns
    To a bed of thorns
    I'd never known that dying embers
    Would hurt more than the blazing fire we'd lit

    Tomorrow in the palm of our hands
    What's gonna be left but a thorn without roses
    Tomorrow in the palm of our hands
    We're gonna take hold of a thorn without a rose

    Why do you think that you have lost
    There ain't nobody who has not
    It ain't right what I feel
    I'll been begging on my knees
    For the sun to rise again - yeah
    Four yours and mine
    Another time

    Tomorrow in the palm of our hands
    What's gonna be left but a thorn without roses
    Tomorrow in the palm of our hands
    We're gonna take hold of a thorn without a rose

    Tomorrow in the palm of our hands
    What's gonna be left but a thorn without roses
    Tomorrow in the palm of our hands
    We're gonna take hold of a thorn without a rose

  • [00:00.64]Walking a lonely road in the dark
    [00:05.56]A scent of rain
    [00:10.90]Under wings of a clouded sky
    [00:15.68]Is it a losing game
    [00:20.76]
    [00:22.50]Running after pictures
    [00:27.23]Slowly slipping away
    [00:32.65]Trying to take hold of a memory
    [00:41.75]
    [00:44.16]Do you remember the days when forever
    [00:49.27]Had only just begun
    [00:54.50]You reach for the distance
    [00:57.61]And when you arrive the distance is gone
    [01:02.89]Already gone
    [01:05.30]
    [01:06.17]Withered roses in the rear view mirror
    [01:10.96]Fade away and rain came late
    [01:16.61]Was it all worth it
    [01:19.26]When it's all been proven just an illusion
    [01:24.50]A distant memory for
    [01:27.69]
    [01:28.63]Tomorrow in the palm of our hands
    [01:33.38]What's gonna be left but a thorn without roses
    [01:38.70]Tomorrow in the palm of our hands
    [01:43.88]We're gonna take hold of a thorn
    [01:49.53]Of a thorn without a rose
    [01:53.76]
    [01:54.62]Laid out a hedge of thorns around my heart
    [02:02.64]Pricking your fingers
    [02:05.77]Our reasons and soul
    [02:08.77]Tearing you and me apart
    [02:13.29]
    [02:14.23]Bed of roses in the rear view mirror
    [02:19.36]It turns to thorns
    [02:22.07]To a bed of thorns
    [02:24.86]I'd never known that dying embers
    [02:30.23]Would hurt more than the blazing fire we'd lit
    [02:35.70]
    [02:36.75]Tomorrow in the palm of our hands
    [02:41.44]What's gonna be left but a thorn without roses
    [02:46.85]Tomorrow in the palm of our hands
    [02:52.59]We're gonna take hold of a thorn without a rose
    [02:59.76]
    [03:00.78]Why do you think that you have lost
    [03:03.48]There ain't nobody who has not
    [03:06.60]It ain't right what I feel
    [03:09.48]I'll been begging on my knees
    [03:12.14]For the sun to rise again - yeah
    [03:17.57]Four yours and mine
    [03:20.27]Another time
    [03:24.44]
    [03:25.62]Tomorrow in the palm of our hands
    [03:30.76]What's gonna be left but a thorn without roses
    [03:36.03]Tomorrow in the palm of our hands
    [03:41.34]We're gonna take hold of a thorn without a rose
    [03:47.05]
    [03:47.93]Tomorrow in the palm of our hands
    [03:52.61]What's gonna be left but a thorn without roses
    [03:57.90]Tomorrow in the palm of our hands
    [04:03.14]We're gonna take hold of a thorn without a rose
    [04:15.61]