Slow Gold Becoming by Thomas Giles Lyrics

Push on with time in mind
The headlights in the crooked maze
A story taken from that night
The golden version of ourselves

We are running from our hollow sights
They see our eyes are petrified

Elegance is drawing back
Disprove ourselves once again...

Tomorrow we follow

We are running from our hollow sights
They see our eyes are petrified

Tomorrow we follow