I don't know how to grieve anymore, 
I've forgotten how to cry 

Everybody's weary, and now too numb to fight 
Impossible things become du jour --- How is that a life? 

Mistakes were made - somebody got it wrong 
Everybody's watching everything go wrong

Rules and order breaking down 
We'll wait another day to take the kids to town 

And now we've held our breath collectively 
At the edge of a future we can't escape 

Time to exhale, time to breathe 
We have a lot of work to do 

Though I'm still breathing, and my heart's still beating 
At least a piece of me has died 

We stand by watching, stupefied at what we see 
The past has passed, we're here right now 

The only answers now that count 
are the ones that shape tomorrow 
We have a lot of work to do...

Tomorrow V2

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