77s, The – The Days To Come

Something tells me that we’ll come out of this

With a healing compassion or a scarring bitterness

Don’t revive painful times, let them rest

Don’t drag a net through the sea of forgetfulness

The cut was deep, the blood was warm

I can’t deny what it’s done

But if we don’t release the past

We’ll slap the face of the days to come

There’s a hand at the door refusing to leave

Its pulse is throbbing, its heart on its sleeve

It’s a new tomorrow waiting to be received

By somebody ready and willing to believe

The cut was deep, the blood was warm

I can’t deny what it’s done

But if we don’t release the past

We’ll slap the face of the days to come

Remember this melody

Don’t ever let it go away

Sing it to your heart

Day after day after day

The cut was deep, the blood was warm

I can’t deny what it’s done

But if we don’t release the past

We’ll slap the face of the days to come