Parquet Courts - Light up gold ii

^BTwice an era comes a knock at my door, ^BSuspended in a window-crashing gaze of a poor spark of recognition. ^BIt's the thrill that dies first, but, ^BI can think of something worse: the curse, the curse.

^ALight up gold was the color ^Eof something^B I was looking for. ^ALight up gold was the col^Eor of something ^BI was looking for.

^BSteady was the pace kept in that tear-leaking sway, ^BSifting like a miner through the conscience debris, ^BHunched down, gleaning embers from a burning field ^BTrying to find something warm and real.

^ACause light up gold was the^E color of something I^B was looking for. ^ALight up gold was the colo^Er of something I was l^Booking for.

^AYeah light up gold was the^E color of something I was^B looking for. ^ALight up gold was the color^E of something I was looki^Bng for.