Forgive me girl, for writing to you.   I could not think of a better way.   My expression recession,    depression aggression,    is all for you.    I must give you away,    I do not want to complete this final view.   I must do it today,   and I fight the past with your beautiful eyes.      Sparks fly, we die, I just want to see tomorrow.   Sun rise, blue skies, I just want to see tomorrow.      I catch the cold drift you cast upon me,   too late to change my clothes.   You're leaving me breathless.   Can I catch a gasp?   With your beautiful hair waving.       Tomorrow is today...