They call him Mr Crim
They say he's walked amidst
The fields, the peaks, the cliffs, the sea, the stars
And freed Metora's Flame
Well I wonder if someday
If I just keep on holding strong
Will I catch up to him
Or will it be in vein?

Well at least we always have tomorrow to see
If it's all to be believed, if he's truly who he claims to be
Oh could he free the sorrow from me?
I just wanna know his secret, cause' I'm sick of being inferior
Did he work for it? Or was he born complete?
But I'll try again tomorrow to be

The moulder of my dreams
By putting in the hours, the days, the weeks, the months, the years
While he has everything
With a voice that shakes the earth
And fiery hair, his passion burns
Is he a Demi-God?
Or is it something I can learn?

Well at least we always have tomorrow to see
If it's all to be believed, if he's truly who he claims to be
Oh could he free the sorrow from me?
I just wanna know his secret, cause' I'm sick of being inferior
Did he work for it? Or was he born complete?
Well regardless I, would rather tell myself
That he is living proof, of heaven after hell
Just know that even if we fail at least we tried
We'll try again tomorrow and win

Is this an idol I can trust?
If I keep moving on our paths will surely cross
Should I blindly be inspired by
The so called 'miracles' they say he does?
Please tell me, show me how

Well at least we always have tomorrow to see
If it's all to be believed, if he's truly who he claims to be
Oh could he free the sorrow from me?
I just wanna know his secret, cause' I'm sick of being inferior
Did he work for it? Or was he born complete?
Well regardless I, would rather tell myself
That he is living proof, of heaven after hell
Just know that even if we fail at least we tried
We'll try again tomorrow and win

So hear me out, Mr Crim
Oh, Mr Crim
No I'm not giving in