Golden Hours 2 (wersja 2)

Verse

Fog still lifting off the fields

Your hand caught in mine for a mile

Aimless drifting past the signs

Sun climbing where the corn stands tall

Horns of dawn and gravel dust

Radio spitting out the same old stuff

We're chasing something but it's hard to find

Pre-Chorus

Can you feel the clock unwinding?

Every star we leave behind

Chorus

Golden hours, golden hours

Fading light on dusty roads

We've got nothing left to prove

Just this feeling in our bones

Verse 2

Swollen rivers, open range

A half-remembered summer song

The map is still crumpled up

Your voice against the engine hum

We don't know where we're going tonight

But we know it's something gold

Every passing mile feels right

Leaves us breathless in the cold

Pre-Chorus

Can you feel the clock unwinding?

Every star we leave behind

Chorus

Golden hours, golden hours

Fading light on dusty roads

We've got nothing left to prove

Just this feeling in our bones

Bridge

Maybe it's not where we end up

But the getting here feels like the start

We'll find a highway when we need one

For now let's leave the map behind

Chorus

Golden hours, golden hours

Fading light on dusty roads

We've got nothing left to prove

Just this feeling in our bones