Walking a lonely road in the dark

A scent of rain

Under wings of a clouded sky

Is it a losing game

Running after pictures

Slowly slipping away

Trying to

Take hold of a memory

Do you remember days when forever

Had only just begun

You reach for the distance

And when you arrive

The distance is gone

Already gone

Withered roses in the rear view mirror

Fade away and rain came late

Was it all worth it

When its all been proven just an illusion

A distant memory for

Tomorrow in the palm of our hands

What's gonna be left

But a thorn without roses

Tomorrow in the palm of our hands

We're gonna take hold of a thorn

Of a thorn without a rose

Laid out of a hedge of thorns

Around my heart

Pricking your fingers

Our reason and soul

Tearing you and me apart

Bed of roses in the rear view mirror

It turns to thorns

To a bed of thorns

I'd never known that dying embers

Would hurt more than the blazing fire we'd lit

Tomorrow in the palm of our hands

What's gonna be left

But a thorn without roses

Tomorrow in the palm of our hands

We're gonna take hold

Of a thorn without a rose

Why do you think that you have lost

There ain't nobody who has not

It ain't right, what I feel

I'll be begging on my knees

For the sun to rise again, yeah

For yours and mine

Another time

Tomorrow in the palm of our hands

What's gonna be left

But a thorn without roses

Tomorrow in the palm of our hands

We're gonna take hold

Of a thorn without a rose

Tomorrow in the palm of our hands

What's gonna be left

Was a thorn without roses

Tomorrow in the palm of our hands

We're gonna take hold

Of a thorn without a rose