The Gold Black Vacuum of Your Past

Some days she'll seem pleased to see you
And other days she will be
You need to figure out what that is worth
Maybe in a month of Sundays
But maybe never really
Will you ever understand the girl

Hold fast the line
And never falter
You need the jokes
And she the laughter
Gold is to be
Don't look back
There's nothing to see
It spirals into black

Oh oh
Oh oh

Nothing in your life will bring you
Half as much as she will
There's lightning, revelation then there's her
Others are a fading memory
You don't need to remember
What was said or done by whom or where

Hold fast the line
And never falter
You need the jokes
And she the laughter
Gold is to be
Don't look back
There's nothing to see
It spirals into black

Oh oh
Oh oh

Hold fast the line
And never falter
You need the jokes
And she the laughter
Gold is to be
Don't look back
There's nothing to see
It spirals into black

Oh oh
Oh oh

Some days she'll seem pleased to see you
And other days she will be
You need to figure out what that is worth



Credits
Writer(s): Duncan Roberts
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