Testo The Cycle

I'll stand on the edge of the earth, and wait for tomorrow, beg for tomorrow, because it can't come fast enough for these dry eyes, waiting for the first light of day, for a new morning, waiting for the first light, of a new day to dawn. And I will stand, I raise my arms in surrender, and I try to give it all in exchang, for a glimpse of that futre, that morning, that tomorrow, because I'm trapped in this night and I beg for tomorrow, to cure these tired eyes.