Marit Larsen
This Time Tomorrow
She looks for all the signs
Checks your shirt when you get home
To make sure
She keeps an eye on your telephone
Instead of asking you
She asks everyone you're with
And ends up in dark conclusions
You're not alone
She calls you up repeatedly
Knows where you are at all the time
At night you tell her
That she's all you long for
But she knows by your face
There has got to be more
Her eyes are too narrow
Her legs are too long
She knows by this time tomorrow
You'll be gone
You'll be gone
She used to be ahead
She had thrilling and exciting things to say
She kept you on your toes all the way
But now the tides have turned
You have come too close to knowing her
God forbid you'll know what she's really like
When she sleeps she keeps her make-up on
She prefers to live in a lie
Chorus
Checks your shirt when you get home
To make sure
She keeps an eye on your telephone
Instead of asking you
She asks everyone you're with
And ends up in dark conclusions
You're not alone
She calls you up repeatedly
Knows where you are at all the time
At night you tell her
That she's all you long for
But she knows by your face
There has got to be more
Her eyes are too narrow
Her legs are too long
She knows by this time tomorrow
You'll be gone
You'll be gone
She used to be ahead
She had thrilling and exciting things to say
She kept you on your toes all the way
But now the tides have turned
You have come too close to knowing her
God forbid you'll know what she's really like
When she sleeps she keeps her make-up on
She prefers to live in a lie
Chorus
