Gold Age

This fall is our last day
Hours slur my tones as leaves start to go
But I’m not that fawn you saved
Caught in the past games of a gold age
No, I’m not a follower anymore
Leave me my parts, leave me my home and I’ll be one
Or am I just this colder ache
Caught in the past days
Of some new mistake
Five shores I let pass away
Scars in my bed, they
Hold me from miles away
Hold me just once today
I lost my own name
Caught in some fragile aims
Of a calling
Am I calling
Am I calling
Til I’m sold
Am I sold
Am I sold
Am I sold
This fall is our last day
Hours slur my tones as leaves start to go