The Golden Age
This is the golden age
It's hard to imagine
With the way I feel today
That this is the golden age
The golden age
Somewhere I failed
Somewhere I lost you
In a black crowd of crows
And shiny things, I can't remember
This is the golden age
This is the golden age
The golden age
It seems like I'm high
But baby I'm crawling
In the unbearable days
I threw away
But I should have savored
The flaxen light off of the dying wheat
Your rye whiskey mouth
And your dandelion teeth
This is the golden age
This is the golden age
This is the golden age