Spencer Roth Golden Hours
V1:
This city’s hidden gem is mine
Her eyes reflect the sun and time
These lights that we have found cant hide much longer
V2:
Adventures born from accidents
Wrong turns and roads that don’t make sense
We found ourselves free and lost in resting places
Chorus:
Ask me to stay; I’d forget where I came from
Roar from the plane saying, “stop”
Don’t walk away, without you I’m not home.
V3:
The words you write will hold me still
But from your lips become so real
Lit up numbers in my mind will keep me counting
