Light Up Gold II

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