Yesterday, there were times
the future seemed so black and white,
but everything is grey
in the tomorrows of today.

There was clarity of hopes and dreams
but now they seem such distant things.
Everything that once had been
may never be again.

All the days that seemed so right
have faded to a distant life.
Each day I wait to see reprise
but only see the night.

For now we live in different times
haunted by the pasts that died.
Each love is just a different shade
in the tomorrows of today.