Filtered Gold (wersja 2)

Verse

Smoke sits low where the strobe used to spin

Night turns thin, but we're still standing in

Your shoulder grazes mine, then pulls back slow

Four hours deep and neither wants to go

Pre-Chorus

Is it the hour or the hush we keep

Does the dark get softer the less we speak

Chorus

Filtered gold through the haze on your face

Filtered gold, we're still holding our place

Nobody's leaving, the room turns warm

Filtered gold before the dawn

Verse

Blinds cut lines on the floor where we stand

Your fingers curl but don't reach for my hand

The DJ slows it, the crowd thins out

Still we linger, still we don't say now

Pre-Chorus

Is it the hour or the hush we keep

Does the dark get softer the less we speak

Chorus

Filtered gold through the haze on your face

Filtered gold, we're still holding our place

Nobody's leaving, the room turns warm

Filtered gold before the dawn

Bridge

Sun finds the window, spills on the floor

Paints you in amber, you're not you before

Nothing gets touched but everything's changed

Light does the work that we didn't say

Chorus

Filtered gold through the haze on your face

Filtered gold, we're still holding our place

Nobody's leaving, the room turns warm

Filtered gold before the dawn