Golden

Bo Bruce
I wanna sing a song you wrote for me.
We had it on repeat it was golden.
But now you're gone, it feels so wrong.
The melody changed so much since I heard it first.
None of the words belong to me.
So I blow out the candle you're now an old flame stuck in a burning room.
There's no point in hoping we'll keep on holding something that has no use.
In a new light would it feel like the first time?
Can we stay, stay, can we stay here golden?
I went to find the heart you held from me.
I had to mend the pieces you'd broken.
But now you're gone, it feels so wrong.
The heartbeat changed so much now.
It holds it's own, my feelings don't belong to me.
So I blow out the candle, you're now an old flame caught in the atmosphere.
There's no pointing in hoping we'll keep on holding something that is not there.
In a new light would it feel like the first time?
Can we stay, stay, can we stay here golden?
In a new light would it feel like the first time?
Can we stay, stay, can we stay here golden?
Can we stay here golden? x3
I blow out the candle, you're now an old flame stuck in a burning room.
There's no point in hoping we'll keep on holding something that has no use.