Gold - Robot Koch, Parra For Cuva

So I try

To remind me of love

To forget all the wrong

Words collide

Every time we touch

We collide

Your frame makes me cringe

'Cause your truth is on the fringe

Still we are

Fool’s gold

Cold as

Fool’s gold

We said they’re all

'Cross the shore

All on your ghost

Up and down the thoughts

Shadows rush

Into your dark

Out of sight

We walk

We follow the moon

To the shimmery woods

To the search our roots