Golden Hour on Our Feet (versione 2)

Verse

Porch swing rocking slow against the screen door

Six o'clock and we don't want to know for sure

The radio hums what we already learned

Chasing shadows till the sun comes home

Shoes off on the porch boards soft as suede

Riding wind that smells like open fields behind us too

Pre-Chorus

Every hour feels a little longer now

Something gold is spilling out of the ground

Chorus

Golden hour on our feet, we don't wanna leave it yet

Spinning circles till the light forgets to set

Feet up high, we let it all drift

Golden hour on our feet, that's enough for us tonight

Verse 2

Fireflies like tiny headlights blinking fast

Two hundred kids with their arms out wide at last

Grass so green it shines against your ankles wet

Sneakers scuffed where the gravel meets the set

Ice in a plastic bag melting into our palms

Nobody counting what the clock's supposed to say we have

Pre-Chorus

Every hour feels a little longer now

Something gold is spilling out of the ground

Chorus

Golden hour on our feet, we don't wanna leave it yet

Spinning circles till the light forgets to set

Feet up high, we let it all drift

Golden hour on our feet, that's enough for us tonight

Bridge

Maybe this is what the summer keeps

Maybe this is where we come alive

Not the ending but the feeling in between

Skin still warm when the day finally dies

This gold gets stored inside us till next year

Nineteen and every summer feels like here

Chorus

Golden hour on our feet, we don't wanna leave it yet

Spinning circles till the light forgets to set

Feet up high, we let it all drift

Golden hour on our feet, that's enough for us tonight