Light Up Gold II

(альбом: Light Up Gold - 2012)

Twice an era comes a knock at my door
Suspended in a window-crashing gaze of a poor spark of recognition
It's the thrill that dies first, but
I can think of something worse: the curse, the curse
Light up gold was the color of something I was looking for
Light up gold was the color of something I was looking for

Steady was the pace kept in that tear-leaking sway
Sifting like a miner through the conscience debris
Hunched down, gleaning embers from a burning field
Trying to find something warm and real

Cause light up gold was the color of something I was looking for
Light up gold was the color of something I was looking for

Yeah light up gold was the color of something I was looking for
Light up gold was the color of something I was looking for