Golden

Slow Talk

Track #2 from the “New Vernacular” EP

Exposed in the dark
Alone on a stage
A sea of eyes between you and I
Waiting for the lights to come on
To cut you out and give you form
Until then you stay, floating in space
Abstract to the world, is this a show?
When will you cut the cord and let the curtains fall
Leave me in the darkest eclipse I’ll ever know

Maybe I , maybe I
Dreamed you up
In my head, up in my mind
Maybe I, maybe I
Conjured you up
To keep out the cold night

False idol, tell me how you burn so bright
Like the sun in the winter sky
You offer no warmth but you keep me alive

Love her or leave her
The voices say
If I could listen I would walk away

Her golden strands
Like fragments of the sun
A doe eyed look
And she’s got me on the run

Her golden strands
Like fragments of the sun
Dancing in the dark
With my girl, the golden gun

Maybe I , maybe I
Dreamed you up
In my head, up in my mind
Maybe I, maybe I
Conjured you up
To keep out the cold night

False idol, tell me how you burn so bright
Like the sun in the winter sky
You offer no warmth but you keep me alive

Golden single artwork by Slow Talk