Golden Light

Sunlight crawling up the wall

6 a.m., wake up call

The smoke's drifting in the air

I'm just watching it all

The world is moving outside, but the clock feels jammed

Got a picture of us in the little wooden frame in my hand

The silence is heavy, man, it's louder than the noise

Thinking about the time when we were girls and boys

Just a couple kids chasing highs in the parking lot

Mom's stuck in this room with everything I haven't got

Wait for the wind to blow

Watching the shadows grow

Love in a quiet frame

Nothing stills the same

Wait for the wind to blow, watching the shadows grow

Love in a quite frame, nothing stills the same

Yeah

Coffee's getting cold on the nightstand, bitter and black

Like the words I should've said, but I can't take back

The way the light hits the floor, it's a pale yellow stain

Tryna map out the joy through the layers of pain

Now I'm a tenant in the memory, taking rent and regret

Every promise that you kept and the ones I forget

Stillness in the hallway, no footsteps, no sound

Just the weight of the air pushing me to the ground

Wait for the wind to blow

Watching the shadows grow

Of an acquired frame

Nothing feels the same

Wait for the wind to blow

Watching the shadows grow

Of an acquired frame

Nothing feels thе same

Yeah, look

It's a slow dance with a ghost in the corner of the eye

Every time I close them I see a different sky

Amber hue, shades of blue blending into the white

Tryna find the letter piece in the middle of the fight

Bloom where you planted, that's what they always told me

But the roots are getting dry and the air is getting lonely

So I sit in the frame while the sun starts to dip

Letting every single second through my fingers just slip

Wait for the wind to blow

Watching the shadows grow

Love in a quiet frame

Nothing feels the same

For the winter blue

Watching the shadows grow

Off in a quiet frame

Nothing feels the same