Golden from Golden by Geneviève Racette

I took our tangled history and carefully unwound it
No trying to avoid the truth or tiptoeing around it
I wove those threads into a melody
I wrote a song for who we used to be

Oh let the hits keep coming
’Cause I am done with running
I will keep my heart wide open
Turn sorrow into something golden

I took the voices in my head, put what they said on paper
The words that tried to break me down have now become my saviour
’Cause I set them free when I’m up on stage
And I realize that others feel the same

Oh let the hits keep coming
’Cause I am done with running
I will keep my heart wide open
Turn sorrow into something golden

So next time when the pain’s too much
I’ll make it beautiful with the right touch


Oh let the hits keep coming
’Cause I am done with running
I will keep my heart wide open
Turn sorrow into something golden

• Americana
• Pop
• folk
• pop
• Montreal