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.