Golden Years

(альбом: Bruises - 2017)

Cast away stones in the dead of night
Blaze like arrows that are lit on fire
As the smoke rises up in the city
All our bodies are tangled and torn
While the world spins until we are dizzy
We want more
We want more

We're in the golden years
Don't tell me what the damage is
We're in the golden years
Don't tell me how hard we got hit

Some days, most days, and most nights too
I can't sleep or shit
I can't escape bad news
Nobody knows, nobody knows, nobody knows what I go through
Nobody knows, nobody knows, nobody knows what turn to

We're in the golden years
Don't tell me what the damage is
We're in the golden years
Don't tell me how hard we got hit
We're in the golden years
Don't tell me what the damage is
We're in the golden years
Don't tell me how hard we got hit

You're out of luck
You're out of line
We don't apologize
We're hammers on the door
We're coming back for more
Letting it go, letting it bleed
Just give us what we need
We're washing up on shore
We're coming back for more

We're in the golden years
Don't tell me what the damage is
We're in the golden years
Don't tell me how hard we got hit
We're in the golden years
Don't tell me what the damage is
We're in the golden years
Don't tell me how hard we got hit