David Kitt
Sleep Comes Tomorrow
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...