Tomorrow - Stratovarius

Me and the wind are celebrating your loss

Me and the wind are pulling kites and pushing tress

Me and the wind are celebrating your loss

Me and the wind are feeling freer than air should ever be Should ever be should ever be should ever

And when you lured me into your syrup

All I could think of was what a lovely way for me to go

I never really realised that

Just like the struggling summer flies that

I was drowning no matter how sweet or how slow

Have I been such a fool

Have I been sitting on your stool

While you cracked the whip

While you cracked the whip

I danced imprisoned in your drumbeat

Your tune of spring had me whirling like a mad march

Merry hare

It never really came to mind that

The strings of your instrument were strangling me Inside their snare

Have I been such a fool

Have I been sitting on your stool

While you held the hoop