A dream of togetherness.
Turned into a brighter mess.
A faint sign my spoken best.
Now, now.
Make way for the simple hours.
No finding the time it's ours.
A fate or it's a desire.
I know.
So, I was the lucky one.
Reading letters, not writing them.
Taking pictures of anyone.
I know.
So, let the sunshine.
So, let the sunshine.
So, let the sunshine,
Let it come.
To show us that tomorrow is eventual.
We know it when the day is done.
So, let the sunshine.
So, let the sunshine.
So, let the sunshine,
Let is come.
To show us that tomorrow is eventual.
We know it when the day is done.
So, let the sunshine.
So, let the sunshine.
So, let the sunshine,
Let it come.
To show us that tomorrow is eventual.
We know it when the day is done.
So, let the sunshine.
So, let the sunshine.
So, let the sunshine.
Let it come,
To show us that tomorrow is eventual.
We know it when the day is done.
Artist: Lowell Fulson
Artist: David Banner
Artist: Tabithas Secret