Gold

There’s no new way of saying it, I think about you a lot
There is no new way of thinking it, It would kill me if I forgot
There is still me and my old ways
There is still me, so concrete
I’ll never change around you
but I’ll forever change underneath

As I lay down on your bedrock, crystal and ore
Now I’m washed up from your ocean
Searching for gold

We had our fun but now I lay here as a stone
and if you are the sea and I once a boulder
worn down by your load
but, if you are the sea we’ll come and go as we please
time will tell our faith
I only hope when you are with me and I am older
I will be the stone on a mountain we create

As I lay down on your bedrock, crystal and ore
Now I’m washed up from your ocean
Searching for gold

What worse faith have we been shown,
than a fading memory
and it’s all now so far away,
You’re forever lost at sea
My message locked in a bottle
For you to find some day
Until then I’ll slide along
Until I Slide away

As I lay down on your bedrock, crystal and ore
Now I’m washed up from your ocean
Searching for gold

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