Lyric

If tomorrow, all that’s left within my hand

Is just a little piece of all the things we planned

I know I’ll find it there, a tiny spark of light

The seeds of flowers that you planted, out of sight

Without a guard, you sowed them in my heart tonight

Wednesday at the mall, rain is falling down

White mist in the parking lot, all across the town

People here and there, scattered through the gray

Our first date in a while, flowers lead the way

A Poinsettia in my arms—what a heavy thing to hold

At the very start of us, a story to be told

Keeping all the words locked deep inside

A reality we both were trying to hide

It’s a little heavy, a little scary too

But oh, so sweet, this life I share with you

If tomorrow, I wake up and see your face

The very first thing in this quiet, empty space

I might finally show you the happiness I feel

A heart overflowing, something pure and real

If tomorrow, what remains is only small

I’ll find the buds you planted, standing through it all

In your innocent way, you gave me everything

Close my eyes and see us, standing side by side

In a bright 2DK, with nowhere left to hide

Fighting for the rooms, laughing in the halls

Poinsettia on the table, shadows on the walls

Small and quiet nights, what does the future hold?

Watching those red leaves as the air turns cold

Words can fill the gaps, or so it seems to me

But reality is restless, like the shifting sea

It’s a little painful, a little anxious too

Like my heart is breaking, reaching out for you

If tomorrow, I am lost and push your hand away

Covering my ears, with nothing left to say

Please don’t let me go, just hold me in your light

Embrace the contradiction of my heart tonight

If tomorrow, all you guard is just a tiny part

I know you’ll find the scent that steals away your heart

If tomorrow, I pray that you’re the one I see

Standing right beside me, for all the world to be

How much happiness will fill up every space?

I might not be able to hide it from your face

Even if this world should meet its final day

And we’re standing in the wasteland, far and far away

The flower that you bravely planted in the sand

Will bloom for us, right here, within our hand

If tomorrow

If only