Golden from Golden by Bellhouse

GOLDEN

In a breath this will all be over,
So look around here, take it in.
It's no less than a four-leaf clover,
Where we've landed, and where we've been.

But the mind is a wonder, and I find I'm buried under, so...
Let me out, let me out of here.

Take my hand, we will soon be golden,
So raise a glass to the tired days.
When they're gone we will be left holding
Picture postcards of what was raised.

But the mind is a wonder, and I find I'm buried under, so...
Let me out, let me out of here.

Water, water all around, but not a drop to drink.
How to wither while you drown? Just swallow 'til you sink.
Water, water all around, but not a drop to drink.
How to find the solid ground?
Just crawl up to the brink of what you know.
What I've always known.

Step into, step into the minute.
I am here, I'm living in it,
And my eyes, oh, my eyes are open.
Right here, right now,
Some way, somehow, I am free.

• Pop
• home recording
• indie pop
• indiepop
• singer-songwriter
• synthpop
• Mercer