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(ahhhh) Golden hour on the plaster wall
Your laptop sits half-closed on
the floor
And the diary lies open to a page That we don't look
at
anymore (ahhh)
Trying to choose who I am becoming In the quiet space of
this room (ooh-ooh)
And it washes over me in gold
All the secrets that I never told
Drifting like a thought I said too loud
In this glowing, quiet wash of sound
(ooh-ooh, yeah)
Dust motes dancing in the slanted light
No need to rush into the night
An unfinished sentence on the line We are taking
our sweet time (ahhhh)
And it washes over me in gold
All the secrets that I never told
Drifting like a thought I said too loud
In this glowing, quiet wash of sound (ooh-ooh)
Who we are becoming...
(ooh-ooh, ahhh)