Golden Era Lounge

Yeah, checking in One two,

one two

Early morning mist rises off the concrete floor Coffee steaming slow,

leaning by the open door Looking at the city from a different

point of view

Writing down the thoughts,

keeping all the memories true We used to run the blocks,

chasing after summer dreams Before the world got loud,

tearing at the paper seams

(uh-huh) Now we just appreciate the quiet in the air Oh,

let the record spin slow

(spin slow) Take it back to the place we know

Underneath the golden light

Everything is going to be alright

I find comfort in the dusty grooves of old wax Sit back

in the chair, let the heavy mind relax No need to rush

the pace, let the simple things align Sipping on tea,

watching shadows design Every single word is like a picture in a

frame Time keeps moving,

but the spirit stays the same (yeah)

Oh, let the record spin slow

(spin slow) Take it back to the place we know

Underneath the golden light

Everything is going to be alright

Just let it breathe

Yeah

Ninety-five style