Warmer Than Gold

Late afternoon, the shadow grows long

The dust on the needle,

a half-remembered song

You left your keys by the window sill

And the radio is playing but the room is still

Slow down the clock,

let the rhythm take hold (let it sway)

Some memories are warmer than gold

Oh, we sway in the dark while the world spins fast

Trying to make this sweet

moment last

There is a warmth in the way that you bend

Like a melody

that doesn't want to end

I walk the pavement to the rhythm of the street

Listening for the echoes of our tangled feet

Slow down the clock,

let the rhythm take hold (let it sway)

Some memories are warmer than gold

Oh, we sway in the dark while the world spins fast

Trying to make this sweet moment last

(just let it sway...) (let it fade...)