Your Heart

A code in the distance The first call of tomorrow Slept in yesterday's clothes And awoke on a chair right beside And my last words "When I see you tomorrow We'll get you out of this room On your feet," fell asleep to the beat Of your heart Your heart Your heart Your heart I miss the way your hair brushed your forehead And now I think of the change so often From brown to gold went your eyes When I moved in you Some of the gold is gone now I prayed to saints familiar Old when I was young Never sang in a gospel Never thought of a soul Come on, bring it home, bring it all to your heart Your heart Your heart Your heart Some of the gold is gone now Some of the gold is gone now