I've been there before, chasing the paint as it falls to the goddamn floor.
It all keeps reminding me.
It's all gold, hanging on to every bit of breath that I have saved.
I'm begging to feel it change the way that I speak, to say the least.
So haunt me why don't you, haunt me?
From what I know things have to freeze every time it snows outside.
So keep haunting me to feel alive.
Daughters to mothers, fathers and sons.
Is it fair to a**ume that I'm the only one?
I've tried to make sense of it all,
When everything is getting larger the more I fall.
Nothing gold.
Nothings gold.
Nothing at all.