Rhythm Of Time

Front 242

No, I can't see tomorrow when I close my eyes

There is no tomorrow, my gift is of no use

What's the horse on the shore waiting for?

See, today wears a mask, today is a shadow

Today is meant to drag down, shelter and devour

Today is a gift fading beforehand

Today is a feast ending too early

break: Albeit unseen, albeit unveiled

There's a troublemaker

Hiding heavy secrets

If I don't see tomorrow then it must be black

It's a land of sorrow full of deadened groans

Tomorrow has no colors, it feels like the night

It's a pile of cinders instead of a fire

They did raze tomorrow to the ground