The Gold Was Here
The sun sets on the very last day
and though the gold brightens coming out of cloud obstacle
and though the window breaks the gold into gradient boxes
and though the gold fades when I want it to stay
and though my heart keeps breaking
and though the gold stretches itself thin and wispy to the wall
and though the gold is cold to me in my studies
the gold was here and the gold did come and with that I speak the truth
and though the gold brightens coming out of cloud obstacle
and though the window breaks the gold into gradient boxes
and though the gold fades when I want it to stay
and though my heart keeps breaking
and though the gold stretches itself thin and wispy to the wall
and though the gold is cold to me in my studies
the gold was here and the gold did come and with that I speak the truth