Texty: Sunny Day Real Estate. Live. The Days Were Golden.

The days were golden we were known to be
We won't escape this memory forward on to the place we sail
All to believe when you raise an iron hand
This place without a song for all, the words just crawl

Glimmering and everything another skull
You said it was dangerous
Found out the place where you're going
Follow me down the path, I take your hopes I promise you this

A dying cold world but gold, shimmering gold
Come momma now tell me the story
Only laughing about our gilded wasteland
Devoured torn into pieces, come now we shine

Small things ever calling out your name
You hear some other time unchained alive
A world undefined, all to be free. when you raise an open hand
This place without a wall, the words just grow