The Golden Hour lyrics

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.