Cindy Morgan
Cindy Morgan
Cindy Morgan
Cindy Morgan
Cindy Morgan
Cindy Morgan
Cindy Morgan
Cindy Morgan
Cindy Morgan
Cindy Morgan
Cindy Morgan
Cindy Morgan
Cindy Morgan
Sitting by your bedside
You breathe your breath away
Funny how those walls we've built
Have all been chipped away
You can find a lot to say
In the last days
And words seem more important
Than they've ever seemed before
Carry us to a place of trust
Beyond forgiveness door
You can find a lot to say
In the last days
In the last day
Who knows where you and I
Will be tomorrow
Will we dance with the saints
Or drink away our sorrow
'Cause if we let it, it'll slip away
And it'll be too late
In the last days
Wounds grow deeper, time goes by
We starve our pain and feed our pride
'Til heaven's door swings open wide
'Cause who knows where you and I
Will be tomorrow
Oh, will we dance with the saints
Or drink away our sorrow
'Cause if we let it, it'll slip away
And it'll be too late
Sitting by your bedside
And time just slipped away
What I'd give to turn back time
And have just one more day
To tell you all I meant to say
All we forget to say
In the last days
Last Days was written by Cindy Morgan.
Last Days was produced by Mark Hammond.