When these golden days are over
and nothing's left to fight for
nothing's left to grieve
Oh my hands have left you colder
the touch we used to sigh for
lost under the sheets
Now there's ravens on the rooftop
their standing in the doorway
their underneath the bed
come on 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
it 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