A code in the distance
The first call of tomorrow
Slept in yesterday's clothes
And awoke on a chair right beside
And my last words
"When I see you tomorrow
We'll get you out of this room
On your feet," fell asleep to the beat
Of your heart
Your heart
Your heart
Your heart
I miss the way your hair brushed your forehead
And now I think of the change so often
From brown to gold went your eyes
When I moved in you
Some of the gold is gone now
I prayed to saints familiar
Old when I was young
Never sang in a gospel
Never thought of a soul
Come on, bring it home, bring it all to your heart
Your heart
Your heart
Your heart
Some of the gold is gone now
Some of the gold is gone now
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A code in the distance
The first call of tomorrow
Slept in yesterday's clothes
And awoke on a chair right beside
And my last words
"When I see you tomorrow
We'll get you out of this room
On your feet," fell asleep to the beat
Of your heart
Your heart
Your heart
Your heart
I miss the way your hair brushed your forehead
And now I think of the change so often
From brown to gold went your eyes
When I moved in you
Some of the gold is gone now
I prayed to saints familiar
Old when I was young
Never sang in a gospel
Never thought of a soul
Come on, bring it home, bring it all to your heart
Your heart
Your heart
Your heart
Some of the gold is gone now
Some of the gold is gone now
The first call of tomorrow
Slept in yesterday's clothes
And awoke on a chair right beside
And my last words
"When I see you tomorrow
We'll get you out of this room
On your feet," fell asleep to the beat
Of your heart
Your heart
Your heart
Your heart
I miss the way your hair brushed your forehead
And now I think of the change so often
From brown to gold went your eyes
When I moved in you
Some of the gold is gone now
I prayed to saints familiar
Old when I was young
Never sang in a gospel
Never thought of a soul
Come on, bring it home, bring it all to your heart
Your heart
Your heart
Your heart
Some of the gold is gone now
Some of the gold is gone now
Writer: Anton Patzner, Jon Weston
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid