| | Tomorrow Comes A Day Too Soon Lyrics Artist(Band):Flogging Molly
You, you never looked so good Sipping life down like I wish I could But these sober tears are all that's left to shed Sank his soul now made of lead Face down beneath the rubble lies a man Tales of the future already in the past And of himself, well he hasn't much to say But wake the Gods, it's Judgement day He said, "I left my home where the dead never rose But the streets of gold i've yet to find And at the end of the day all you can do is pray Without hope well you might as well be blind, yeah be blind Tomorrow comes a day too soon, tomorrow comes a day too soon" Angel, sweet angel of my youth Where have you gone? You flew away too soon The brick I built now builds a higher wall See it crumble, hear me fall There hangs the fool, who once had it all He said, "I left my home where the dead never rose But the streets of gold i've yet to find And at the end of the day all you can do is pray Without hope well you might as well be blind, yeah be blind Tomorrow comes a day too soon, tomorrow comes a day too soon" And though the road has yet to rise On these hundred years that passed me by And the blood with the river flows Through the crimson field never sewn And no never sewn He said, "I left my home where the dead never rose But the streets of gold i've yet to find And at the end of the day all you can do is pray Without hope well you might as well be blind, yeah be blind Tomorrow comes a day too soon, tomorrow comes a day too soon Tomorrow comes a day too soon, tomorrow comes a day too soon" Ah well you, you never looked so good If you find some error in Tomorrow Comes A Day Too Soon Lyrics, would you please submit your corrections to me? Thank You. Thanks to Edson for submitting the lyrics. Review the song Tomorrow Comes A Day Too Soon The area is only for review, if you want to submit the lyrics or the corrections of the lyrics, please click the link at the end of the lyrics.  Download "Flogging Molly" Music | |
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