Heart stops beating, all the words worth repeating 
She is dancing but not singing, is it maybe that she doesn't know the words? 
She's dressed up, but don't worry, she's got friends 
Snowflake eating, she is mildly self-defeating 
And the secrets that she's keeping they are really only dangerous to her 
Ships ain't sinking 
We are here to help you sing your songs 
We are here to help you sing your songs 
Because tomorrow comes and no one calls 

She stops grinning when the room it starts spinning 
She is losing all her winnings, she's angry but it's just the alcohol 
She's all fucked right up, it's okay, man, she's got friends 
'Cause we are here to help her sing her songs 
We are here to help her sing her songs 
Because tomorrow's gonna come 
Tomorrow's gonna come, and no one's gonna call 

This isn't Christmas, this is Chinatown and those are pretty lights 
Just use some more and put 'em on your make-up dolls 
A painting on the underneath that never smiles on the scene 
Is just like Christmas if it was Halloween 

Someone taught her it's okay to be a martyr 
Like an educated angel, be a rat, you know in all the things you love,
Well okay 
Priceless pictures, she's collected iceless fixtures that is freezing from the people 
She's chosen out to help her through it all 
Whatever 
We are here to help you sing your songs 
We are here to help you sing your songs 
We are here to help you sing your songs 
Because tomorrow's gonna come 
Tomorrow's gonna come, and no one's gonna call