The brothers Williams
said you don't ever talk.
I know you best, and I see you shine
a million stars out in the very dark,
brilliant tourmaline, gold and copper light.
Don't pay attention to them, okay?
Tomorrow, today.
Today, tomorrow.
See you tomorrow,
See you tomorrow.
The kindness of your face
does not go unrecognized,
has not refused to shine
in this most difficult time.
The leaves of forestry,
the currents of a sea.
How to love the mystery,
and have no tears that there
can be no better understanding?
Maybe tomorrow.
See you tomorrow.
I'll see you tomorrow.
The brothers Williams
maybe were not listening
when from across the street you
waved to them, See you tomorrow.
Maybe tomorrow.
I'll see you tomorrow.
I'll see you tomorrow,
see you tomorrow.
