Tomorrow When You Die

Tomorrow when you die, they'll break the mold

Shut down the sky, the sun will turn cold

They'll close the parks and when they read your will

The moon will go dark, the earth will stand still



Your days are numbered

From one to one hundred

Tomorrow when you die

Will be day one hundred and five



Tomorrow when you die, they'll break the mold

Shut down the sky, the sun will turn cold

As cold as ice



Tomorrow when you die

Tomorrow when you die

Tomorrow when you die

Tomorrow when you die

As cold as ice