Gold Coupes and Red Boots by The Hill Country Devil Lyrics

Wait until the taste has passed
For the golden hour, our ship encased in glass
And leave and evidence you'd need
Such a foolish out, when the future’s busted teeth
Are still yet to be seen

How I thrive, where the weak and desperate hide
In the ashes of a dream, calloused walls of honesty
Pretty thoughts of you and me being absolutely anything
Beyond a dream

I'm haunted by gold coupes
And oceans of red boots
As they dance in the fescue
Stomping so loud over me like a shroud

Now I'm born with the death of a silver key
As it lays to rest in some upended stream
And so remains the lock upon the case
Of a book unread, where the better of our days
Sleep on every page
I’m sure you'll shine where the safer bets reside
In the quiet endless pines, with that shadow on your side
With every glance I steal, I wish you'd call for me
And I'd meet you there
With hell upon our heels

'Cause the demons are dancing, love
And I could take you dancing too
Through those endless weeping pines
Outhowl the forests awful cries
And we'll mock the devil, dear
With ringing bells upon our boots
And all the bones that birthed these trees
Will rattle like hell beneath our feet
And I'll make the spirits sing
I swear I'll make ’em sing for you
Press a dagger through their hearts
Toss my hooks into the stars
And I’ll tear the heavens down
And spin you wild through the burning earth
Oh, we'd outshine any sun
I swear I’d prove to you my worth

But now I'm haunted by gold coupes
And oceans of red boots
As they dance in the fescue
Stomping so loud over me like a shroud