Sleep Comes Tomorrow
David Kitt
Sleep comes tomorrow, water wets my toes Sun sings to me low, watch the rain that grows One day outside, young and the faces way up high One day outside, young and the faces way up high One day...
Sleep comes tomorrow, water wets my toes Sun sings to me low, watch the rain that grows One day outside, young and the faces way up high One day outside, young and the faces way up high One day...