Lyrics: Adam Feeney/James Blake/Mustafa Ahmed
Music: Adam Feeney/James Blake/Mustafa Ahmed
If she runs her fingers through my past
She may lose the softness in her hands
Maybe I can still make it come back
The oak tree, my old TV, the friend who passed
Oh I miss when the night was made for rest
When my heart was more than glass
I miss the days I was warm
I miss not knowing I was poor
Please come back
Please come back
To me
Please come back
At least in my dreams
At least in my dreams
At least in my dreams
At least in my dreams
Please come back
Please come back