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Golden rays through the blinds, they’re calling, The whispers of time keep softly falling. Waves crash on the shore of a life untold, Echoes of laughter turn silver, then gold. The world is spinning, but we stand still, Chasing the sun, against our will. Feel the earth’s quiet glow, Let the golden echo show. Threads of light in the evening air, Hold on tight, it lingers there. The city’s alive, but the stars call me home, Through tangled streets, I still roam. Each step a rhythm, each breath a line, We’re poets of the moment, lost in time. Feel the earth’s quiet glow, Let the golden echo show. Threads of light in the evening air, Hold on tight, it lingers there. The world is quiet, yet the pulse runs deep, A rhythm of dreams that never sleeps. Close your eyes, let the night bestow, Golden echoes softly flow. Golden rays through the blinds, they’re calling, The whispers of time keep softly falling.
Song info
Eccentric post-punk indie rock w/ jazz, soul, '90s dream-pop infl; sharp guitars, rich fem Brit vocals, wry lyrics; introspect yet bold, blending quirky rhythms w/ raw emo depth.
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