1. GOLD (IS JUST A COLOUR)

(Try to breathe)
I’ve got holes in my mind,
holes on my grounds
The soil is dry
You’ve got blood on your hands
The trees are gone
All that grows are scars

Gold (is just a colour)
Gold (is just a colour)

Try to breathe without consuming all air
I am dying, but you don’t seem to care
Nobody cares enough

We’ve got stories to tell, reasons to burn
The ice will melt
You’ve got blood on your hands
The shame is yours
Only yours

Gold (is just a colour)
Gold (is just a colour)

Try to breathe without consuming all air
I am dying, but you don’t seem to care
Nobody cares enough

The aching hearts of captive birds
This is what it sounds like when swallows cry

Gold (is just a colour)
Gold (is just a colour)

Try to breathe without consuming all air
I am dying, but you don’t seem to care
Nobody cares enough