When these golden days are over and nothing's left to fight for nothing's left to grieve 0h 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 thedoorway They're underneath the bed C'mon quick before our hearts stop Let's write 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 breath C'mon 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.