Days of you
Let me have endless days
Days of you
Let me have endless days
Never ending days of you
 
Is it true
These are the best of times?
Is it true
What's yours is really mine?
Or is it true
We're dying from the day we're born
And could it be
We'll never hear Gabriel's horn
 
Is it true
Tomorrow's another day?
Is it true
Love will find a way?
Or is it true
We'll never know each other
And could it be
It's not the cold that makes
Not just the cold that makes me shudder
 
Days of you
Let me have endless days
Days of you
Let me have endless days
Never ending days of you
 
I want to be pure like Joan or Arc
I've gathered the wood and begged for a spark
I'm standing alone half-stoned in the dawn
Unravelling memories carefully drawn
Dust in my eye from the deserts I've scanned
Burned my feet on the sand
Days of you spill and fill my soul
What will I find when I lose control?
What will I find when I lose control?
 
Is it true
It's all in the timing?
Is it true
Clouds have silver linings?
Or is it true
Sometimes angels fear to tread
And could it be
We'll find no grace among
When we take our place among
Will there be grace among the dead
 
Days of you
Let me have endless days
Days of you
Let me have endless days
Never ending days of you
These days of you
These days of you
 
Words & music by Ken Dow

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