Come
The day they took you away
I longed
For their pain
I've gone
Wishing again
Sadness is the danger of being young
Dreaming of the days still to come
I want to make it through, through to you
Come, come, come
I've thought being in love
Has more to do with crying
Than come
Sadness is the danger of being young
Dreaming of the days still to come
I want to make it through, through to you
Come, come, come
You're my nails biting into my palm
All I could ever want
My God, my heaven
Come, come, come
Come, come, come
Writer/s: Brandon Williams
