Golden

Guiding shapes that come at night
Forager of after light
Marked by years of tendered soul
Drowning weight of where to go

Golden, with a finger on the shutter
And I know you're there
Look up at the rolling hills running
And I don't feel scared

Come this far
To hear your voice
Separate scars
You made your choice
And I'm done waiting for your lies
Just to know somewhere under you've died



Credits
Writer(s): Charles Kelley, Hillary Scott, Dave Haywood, Eric Paslay
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