Track #5 from "52 More Weeks of Winter"

Tomorrow the invisible places
Irretrievable, irrevocable places
Of faces that fill up our past
Tomorrow knew they'd never last

You can spend all your time chasing a ghost but
You'll never make the most out of your sorrow and
If you're in desperation I hope you give me a call
Tomorrow, the invisible plans

They say a star was never born at home and
Hope can walk through the fire
Baby please, won't you take my hand 
As the flames get higher and higher

If you come back and the clouds break and
Your visions are shattered too
Maybe we'll find out where all the martyrs go
Whenever they're done doing whatever martyrs do

Tomorrow, the invisible places
Tomorrow, the invisible plans and
All the traces of faces that fill up our past
Tomorrow knew it'd never last

52 More Weeks of Winter

Tomorrow, The Invisible Plan

Kilgore Trout of the songwriting underworld uploads 365 lo-fi rock songs from a bunker in the burbs.

Tomorrow, The Invisible Plan

Sean Woosley