Key: A
Introduction:
B
Twice an era comes a knock at my door,
B
Suspended in a window-crashing gaze of a poor spark of recognition.
B
It's the thrill that dies first, but,
B
I can think of something worse: the curse, the curse.
A E B
Light up gold was the color of something I was looking for.
A E B
Light up gold was the color of something I was looking for.
B
Steady was the pace kept in that tear-leaking sway,
B
Sifting like a miner through the conscience debris,
B
Hunched down, gleaning embers from a burning field
B
Trying to find something warm and real.
A E B
Cause light up gold was the color of something I was looking for.
A E B
Light up gold was the color of something I was looking for.
A E B
Yeah light up gold was the color of something I was looking for.
A E B
Light up gold was the color of something I was looking for.