A tall, dark, elegant man goes on stage
Fresh air moving all the clouds
Straight views and shy words a little bit high
For that voice that no one ever knew
For that voice that no one has ever heard oh
After the show, he drags his legs to the guitar case
A bad actress shouts out loud, pretending she's drunk
Straight views and shy words, the only make me be scared
I runaway to my double-decker bed
I runaway to my just-for-one-night bed
Tonight is already tomorrow, so yesterday it'll be all gone
Tonight is already tomorrow, so yesterday it'll be all gone
Tonight is already tomorrow
Tonight is already tomorrow