Tomorrow, yes tomorrow
There will suddenly be new success like Easter clothes
Strange and different fate

A bonafide life will arrive at last
Stepping from a non-stop mono plane
With chromium doors and silver wings
A straight white staring light

There will be the sound of silvery thunder
To stifle all the insane silence
The sound, the shadow, of all unspoken questions

A bonafide life will arrive at last
Stepping from a non-stop mono plane
With chromium doors and silver wings
A straight white staring light

A bonafide life will arrive at last
A bonafide life will arrive at last