Everything is slow and gold tonight
From the gliding cars to the city’s wavering lights
I figured that, figured that
The bridge I walk won’t save me from this plight
So let it come, as it comes to everyone
I could have walked on, I should have gone home
And I just can’t tell if I locked myself in a white lie
When I think the hurt is the price for fighting the good fight
You weigh a man by the roads he will not take
The flags he waves as a signal to his ache
I figured that, figured that
The thirst I nurse is not set to be slaked
So let it come, as it comes to everyone
I could have walked on, I should have gone home
And I just can’t tell if I locked myself in a white lie
When I think the hurt is the price for fighting the good fight
There’s a wind blowing cold in my heart and my home
Yet it’s just one minute in the arms of seventy-seven nights
And I just can’t tell if I locked myself in a white lie
When I think the hurt is the price for fighting the good fight
There’s a wind blowing cold in my heart and my home
Yet it’s just one minute in the arms of seventy-seven nights
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