Tomorrow and tomorrow creeps in from day to day We are walking shadows; we are players on a stage One night to make us kings ourselves, to orchestrate a war To fret and strut our hour, and then be heard no more Crowned in glory, we shouted til we raised a holy ruckus Sound and fury, they signify, they're signifying nothing All I see is red, red rain Flooding into every yesterday Tomorrow's light is clouded by the frey Of red, red rain Tomorrow and tomorrow keep a coming day to day Extending to the edges of what time has yet to say All our yesterdays we thought were lit, but we were fools The light was Hades' furnace, and we the fire's fuel Crowned in glory, we shouted til we raised a holy ruckus Sound and fury, they signify, they're signifying nothing All I see is red, red rain Flooding into every yesterday Tomorrow's light is clouded by the frey Of red, red rain Tomorrow and tomorrow gets more frightening all the time We cry, "Out, brief candle! There's no good for you to light." All I see is red, red rain Flooding into every yesterday Tomorrow's light is clouded by the frey Of red, red rain