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