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