Brendan O'Hara - No Tomorrow

There's the stage
There's the lights
There's your lover in the wings
No tomorrow
Only tonight
No tomorrow this is every thing
Doors at eight down beat 'round nine
Your blood your sweat and tears
Let at the scene of the crime
With 'em bleeding from the ears
Oh the real world can wait
Put that old life on hold
Live like the God's say
Set fire to the cold
Everything can wait
Except for love and us
There is no tomorrow
There is right now or bust
Some faces you might recognize
Visions from a distant memory
Some faces are a complete surprise
Stories they keep telling me
Oh catch up with your oldest pals
About something someone wrote
The wild ones, the quick guns, the side-show gals
No tomorrow time for the show
The real world can wait
Put that old life on hold
Live like the God's say
And set fire to the cold
Everything can wait
Except for love and us
There is no tomorrow
There is right now or bust
Ohhhhh ohhhhh
Ohhhhhhhhh oh
Ohhhhhhhhh oh
Ohhhhhhhhh oh
The real world can wait
Put that old life on hold
Live like the God's say
And set fire to the cold

Written by:
James O'Hara

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