New Golden Age - Keane

Once we had nothing more than the bed that we shared

When we were making plans, sketching dreams in the air

We were young

Now we wake from the dream

Stumble blurry-eyed, find ourselves at the gates

Of a new golden age

New golden age, learning how to fly

Picking our way through a violent sky

The landscape is strange, we are torn apart and yet we are alive

In the new golden age

Well we could walk so tall, holding love as a shield

We had a simple plan starting making it real

I am proud

But I’m afraid

But don’t trust myself

There’s no road, no map, no light guiding our way

Guiding our way through the

New golden age, learning how to fly

Picking our way through a violent sky

Starting again, we are torn apart and yet we are alive

In the new golden age

In the new golden age

In the new golden age

In the new golden age

In the new golden age

In the new golden age

In the new golden age