tomorrow is red

when the breeze stole your hair
wandering across the plain of your face
telling me to come towards you
as if you were there
tomorrow is red.

i saw with these eyes our stare
wondering when we would obtain
that which was ours
as if you were there
tomorrow's not dead

as i pushed your face clear
of the red, i knew you were coming
clearing your vision to proceed
as if you were there
tomorrow is red...