You spent all your life
between the neon signs,
waiting for sunrise.
While your hands are tied,
waiting for a sign,
you keep your head up high.
You better take some lessons
on how to count your blessings
if you ever wanna change.
Now you’re drowning in a whiskey sour.
You always lose it in the golden hour.
In the golden hour
Add a shot of light pollution,
and a spoonful of confusion
in the golden hour.
You spent half the night
waiting for low tide,
trying to get it right.
You better take some lessons
on how to count your blessings
if you ever wanna change.
Now you’re drowning in a whiskey sour.
You always lose it in the golden hour.
In the golden hour
Add a shot of light pollution,
and a spoonful of confusion
in the golden hour.