Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song This Day Next Year, artist - Karate. Date of issue: 31.12.1999
Song language: English
This Day Next Year |
| But sometimes you can’t play how you want to play to show it well |
| And this is one splinter, splinter of a sentence |
| Both a pain and a pleasure to try to expel, but I have to tell |
| About the years of influence and artless advice |
| That can still only escape in a struggling, stilted excuse for a smile |
| And when you’re parked over on the wrong side of nowhere |
| No amount off nothing is going to make it worthwhile |
| A touch, subdivided, rinsed, and sold |
| Before the hands have a chance to get cold as an eyelash pries an hour from the |
| schedules of the uninvolved |
| And your sills so-called insulation |
| Can only sigh at December Sundays, unsolved |
| So like the transportation of the suns |
| You must hold steady to the ones who light your mornings, nights, and afternoons |
| And if you should grow angry with the pace of chance |
| Don’t be afraid to make some plans for December Sundays soon |
| Today you missed her getting up, once again |
| Well boy, you’ve got to listen to me |
| Promise her you’ll rise this day next year, from this very bed |
| From this very bed |
| From this very bed |
| Today you missed her getting up, once again |
| Well boy, you’ve got to listen to me |
| Promise her you’ll rise this day next year, from this very bed |
| From this very bed |
| From this very bed |