Oh my golden state of mind faded to gray
And as I ran away I knew what to say
My rabid need for confidence has left me frothing at the mouth
So I spat out someone help me and felt sorry for myself
I'll just go
And let the cars pass by my window
I think I'm apathetic, or just flat out pathetic, you would know.
When I get cold, I'll think of home
Say what you want, say what you need, my head is a cave, where I've been digging graves for you and me.
Oh my back and forth coming thoughts shook the words right through my teeth
Where I turned black and blue, looking at you
I just keep thinking that I'm golden, that this will make sense when I'm old, but each and every step I take leads me further from the door.
Oh I've got the west coast blues, each and every day I just think of you
Startled by my slight of hand, and how it never fails to come back in the end
I know I'll end up somewhere in between here and my home, and all I ever hear from you, is will it be soon.
released November 28, 2012
Written and performed by The Color and Sound
Produced, mixed, and engineered by Kennedy Studios
Mastered by John Naclerio at Nada Studios
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