[VERSE 1] We learned the shape of yesterday, the roads were worn beneath our feet. We knew the doors, we knew the walls, we knew the ground beneath the street. Then someone said the sky would change, that brighter days were coming through. We watched the old horizon fade and waited for the promised view. [CHORUS] Tomorrow has no shape, no promise carved in stone. We don't know what it will take, or what we'll leave behind. Tomorrow has no face, no answer we can see. And maybe what we're afraid of is not what it will be. [VERSE 2] We've heard these words before: "Leave the old and start again." We watched new foundations rise, then watched them fail in rain. New directions. New designs. New beginnings dressed in gold. But every future we were promised left us missing what was old. [PRE-CHORUS] So tell me what becomes of everything we knew? Does a different shape mean better, or simply something new? [CHORUS] Tomorrow has no shape, no promise carved in stone. We don't know what it will take, or what we'll leave behind. Tomorrow has no face, no answer we can see. And maybe what we're afraid of is not what it will be. I can feel it at the doorway. I can hear it in the walls. Tomorrow has no face yet. And still— IT CALLS. WHAT WILL REMAIN? WHAT WILL BE GONE? WHAT WILL WE LOSE— WHEN THE NEW ONE COMES? I DON'T KNOW! AND THAT IS WHAT SCARES ME! [AFTERMATH] Maybe tomorrow won't be kinder. Maybe it won't be what we need. Maybe some of what is coming will deserve to be denied. I don't need to call it better. I don't need to call it wrong. The old days made me who I am. The new days haven't made me yet. [CHORUS] Tomorrow has no shape, no promise carved in stone. We don't know what it will take, or what we'll leave behind. Tomorrow has no face, and maybe that's alright. We don't have to know its answer before we meet its light. [OUTRO] Tomorrow hasn't taken shape yet. No promise. No design. Just an empty line before us, waiting for the first mark. Tomorrow is not here yet. [END]
