Lirieke: Mist. Weightless.

I wish that I was free
I wish that I was weightless
But I?m afraid that that ain?t me
I haven?t flown for ages
I will do it tomorrow
I will do it tomorrow
I will do it tomorrow
I won?t do it today
My wildest dreams they have been chained
All pictures have been counted
But I don?t feel quite like a saint
I just haven?t finally found it
I will do it tomorrow
I will do it tomorrow
I will do it tomorrow
I won?t do it today
Will you be there tomorrow
Or will you leave today?
Now I wish that you were here
In the heydays of this autumn
I would tell you about my fears
And explain you how I?ve caught them
And I would say tomorrow
I would say tomorrow
I would say tomorrow
Will be the day
Will you be there tomorrow
Or will you leave today?