Light Up Gold II - Parquet Courts

Twice an era comes a knock at my door

Suspended in a window-crashing gaze of a poor spark of recognition

It’s the thrill that dies first, but

I can think of something worse: the curse, the curse

Light up gold was the color of something I was looking for

Light up gold was the color of something I was looking for

Steady was the pace kept in that tear-leaking sway

Sifting like a miner through the conscience debris

Hunched down, gleaning embers from a burning field

Trying to find something warm and real

Cause light up gold was the color of something I was looking for

Light up gold was the color of something I was looking for

Yeah light up gold was the color of something I was looking for

Light up gold was the color of something I was looking for