Here, the future is ever so near Why should we all be alone Every night on the way home This time, we should be starting again Get up and counting to ten Seeing you combing your hair Pretending that no-one is there You know it could be better than that But wait until tomorrow morning Learning to be you is what hurts most Close your eyes and hold your terror close Don't fear I hear you come in loud and clear Carried you 'till it got dark then we can run through the park you're right strangers are easy to like thunder and lighting strike maybe if we look at the map everything done is a wrap just please give me a chance to say no why wait until tomorrow morning yearning to be you is what hurts most close your eyes and hold your terror close