Golden Hour Serenade

You hold your glass with an air of time

Silver at the temples,

slow and fine

Every word you say

is a quiet thread

Spinning circles in my head (mmmmm)

Oh, you write the rules in a different key

With a history that's a mystery to me

I'm falling fast for the weight of your years

Whispering secrets only nobody hears

Your record collection, the way you drive

Makes me feel so terribly alive

They all talk

but they don't understand

The simple gravity of your hand

Oh,

you write the rules in a different key

With a history that's a mystery to me

I'm falling fast for the weight of your years

Whispering secrets only nobody hears

Just a little older... (mmmmm)