Turn to Gold

Streets are cool

beneath the fading light

We run the edges

of a quiet night

No grand designs, no promises to keep

Just matching shadows while the city sleeps (mm-hmm)

I feel the pressure rising through the floor

We never wanted what we had before

We might be chasing what we cannot hold

But we can turn this bitter clay to gold!

(turn to gold!)

So let the friction sparks begin to fly

Underneath the wide and open sky!

We carve a line

across the cobblestones

A playful confidence inside our bones

No turning back, the rhythm is a spark

That keeps us moving through the deepest dark (yeah)

Just the pulse... and the weight...

Nothing more

to negotiate. (go!)

We might be chasing what we cannot hold

But we can turn this bitter clay to gold!

(turn to gold!)

So let the friction sparks begin to fly Underneath the wide and

open sky! Underneath the wide and open sky...

(turn to gold)

Yeah, we turn it all to gold