Come Tomorrow - Peter Bradley Adams

When these golden days

Are over

And nothing's left to fight for

Nothing's left to grieve

Well my hands have left

You colder

The touch we used to sigh for

Lost under the sheets

Now there's ravens

On the rooftop

They're standing

In the doorway

They're underneath

The bed

Come on quick before our

Hearts stop

Let's right another story

Another happy end

What love is left

To fight for

What love is left

To grieve

Maybe come tomorrow

Tomorrow

We'll see

Could it be the light

Is changing

That makes the days

Seem shorter

It's getting hard to breathe

Come on quick the car

Is waiting

The clocks are racing forward

Spinning out of our reach

What love is left to

Fight for

What love is left

To grieve

Maybe come tomorrow

Tomorrow

We'll see

Maybe come tomorrow

Tomorrow

We'll see

Tomorrow

We'll see