Gold

I heard you're getting by.
I'm doing good myself
But it's always the slower days – I'm feeling so far away.

If no one owns the stars –
And no one owns the sky
Then tell me, why don't they fall?
I'm hoping it's not tonight

All the kings and saints –
Move the stars to write your fate
Bend the light to reach your face

And with golden years-
We're finding ways to disappear
It took all this time to find us here

With song and style –
If every voice could carry miles
Then I won't have to hear a thing

And with golden years-
We're finding ways to disappear
It took all this time to find us here



Credits
Writer(s): Tyler Stock
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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