Letra de Into Tomorrow (Alternative Acoustic Version 1992) - Paul Weller
Letra de canci�n de Into Tomorrow (Alternative Acoustic Version 1992) de Paul Weller lyrics
Into the mists of time and space
Where we have no say over date and place
Don't get embarrassed if it happens a lot,
That you don't know how you started or where you're gonna stop
And if at times it seems insane - all the tears in searching;
Turning all your joy to pain - in pursuit of learning;
Buy a dream and hideaway - can't escape the sorrow;
Your mojo will have no effect - as we head into tomorrow
Round and round like a twisted wheel
Spinning in attempt to find the feel
Find the path that will help us find
A feeling of control over lives and minds
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And if at times it seems insane - all the tears in searching;
Turning all your joy to pain - in pursuit of learning;
Buy a dream and hideaway - can't escape the sorrow;
Your mojo will have no effect - as we head
Into the stars and always up
Drinking from a broken cup
Whose golden gleam is fading fast
Praying that it has not passed
Into tomorrow
Where we have no say over date and place
Don't get embarrassed if it happens a lot,
That you don't know how you started or where you're gonna stop
And if at times it seems insane - all the tears in searching;
Turning all your joy to pain - in pursuit of learning;
Buy a dream and hideaway - can't escape the sorrow;
Your mojo will have no effect - as we head into tomorrow
Round and round like a twisted wheel
Spinning in attempt to find the feel
Find the path that will help us find
A feeling of control over lives and minds
https://www.coveralia.com/letras/into-tomorrow--alternative-acoustic-version-1992--paul-weller.php
And if at times it seems insane - all the tears in searching;
Turning all your joy to pain - in pursuit of learning;
Buy a dream and hideaway - can't escape the sorrow;
Your mojo will have no effect - as we head
Into the stars and always up
Drinking from a broken cup
Whose golden gleam is fading fast
Praying that it has not passed
Into tomorrow