Não conhecia esta... mas gostei. Lembra-me os Pearl Jam.

Tomorrow - Silverchair

It's twelve o'clock, and it's a wonderful day,
I know you hate me, but I'll ask anyway,
Won't you come with me, to a place in a little town,
The only way to get there's to go straight down,
There's no bathroom, and there is no sink,
The water out of the tap is very, hard to drink,
Very hard to drink,

You, wait til tomorrow,
You, wait til tomorrow,

You say that money, isn't everything,
But I'd like to see you live without it,
You think you can keep on going living like a king,
Oohh babe, but I strongly doubt it,

Very hard to drink,
Very hard to drink,
You gonna wait too, fat boy,
fat boy, wait til tomorrow,
You gonna wait too, fat boy,
fat boy, wait til tomorrow,

You, wait til tomorrow,
You, wait til tomorrow,
You gonna wait too, fat boy,
Fat boy, wait til tomorrow,
You gonna wait too, fat boy,
fat boy, wait til tomorrow.

Eu gosto desta música... inicialmente porque era a música favorita de uma rapariga de quem gostei, que curiosamente se chamava Ana, mas depois entranhou-se (a música, entenda-se) e é uma das minhas preferidas.

Ana's Song (Open Fire) - Silverchair

Please die, Ana,
for as long as you're here we're not.
You make the sound of laughter
and sharpened nails seem softer,
and I need you now, somehow.
And I need you now, somehow.

Open fire on the needs designed.
On my knees for you.
Open fire, on my knees, desires
what I need from you.

Imagine pageant.
In my head the flesh seems thicker.
Sandpaper tears corrode the film,
and I need you now, somehow.
And I need you now, somehow.

Open fire on the needs designed.
On my knees for you.
Open fire, on my knees, desires
what I need from you.

And you're my obsession:
I love you to the bones.
And Ana wrecks your life
like an anorexia life.

Open fire on the needs designed.
On my knees for you.
Open fire, on my knees, desires
what I need from you.
Open fire on the needs designed,
open fire, on my knees, desires
on my knees for you.