Thomas Giles Slow Gold Becoming
Push on with time in mind
The headlights in the crooked maze
A story taken from that night
The golden version of ourselves
We are running from our hollow sights
They see our eyes are petrified
Elegance is drawing back
Disprove ourselves once again...
Tomorrow we follow
We are running from our hollow sights
They see our eyes are petrified
Tomorrow we follow
