Yellow Like Gold by Touch the Clouds Lyrics

Frail like dreams, I had crossed a thought –
Thin line I’d never seen
I know that dreams turn nails to leaves
And this deceiver is someone I can’t keep at bay

So I blame me whenever I let my ghost stray
I blame the honest man with his heart in his hand
And I come harboring secrets in the night
Knowing that beneath this skin lies a man waiting to come alive

This is the sound thoughts make like ballads from the barrel of a gun
And me “at my sky blue trades” fade back to whеre I came from
I blame thе honest man with his heart in his hand