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 [Am7]warm
I miss not knowing I was [Am7]poor
Please come back
Please come back to [C7]me
Please come back
At least in my [A]dreams
At least in my [A]dreams
At least in my [A]dreams
At least in my [A]dreams
Please come back
Please come back
Awhoolay!
Awhoolay!
Awhoolay!
Awhoolay!
Awhoolay!
