Walking a lonely road in the dark   A scent of rain   Under wings of a clouded sky   Is it a losing game      Running after pictures   Slowly slipping away   Trying to take hold of a memory      Do you remember the days when forever   Had only just begun   You reach for the distance   And when you arrive the distance is gone   Already gone      Withered roses in the rear view mirror   Fade away and rain came late   Was it all worth it   When it's all been proven just an illusion   A distant memory for      Tomorrow in the palm of our hands   What's gonna be left but a thorn without roses   Tomorrow in the palm of our hands   We're gonna take hold of a thorn   Of a thorn without a rose      Laid out a hedge of thorns around my heart   Pricking your fingers   Our reasons and soul   Tearing you and me apart      Bed of roses in the rear view mirror   It turns to thorns   To a bed of thorns   I'd never known that dying embers   Would hurt more than the blazing fire we'd lit      Tomorrow in the palm of our hands   What's gonna be left but a thorn without roses   Tomorrow in the palm of our hands   We're gonna take hold of a thorn without a rose      Why do you think that you have lost   There ain't nobody who has not   It ain't right what I feel   I'll been begging on my knees   For the sun to rise again - yeah   Four yours and mine   Another time      Tomorrow in the palm of our hands   What's gonna be left but a thorn without roses   Tomorrow in the palm of our hands   We're gonna take hold of a thorn without a rose         Tomorrow in the palm of our hands   What's gonna be left but a thorn without roses   Tomorrow in the palm of our hands   We're gonna take hold of a thorn without a rose