Glass into Gold

Look here like clear time

The thought of you is hard for me

The way you linger

You're hovering

You're in my skin

The way you quiver

You're spitting out orbit your figure

Voice and thought

My shaking hands turn glass into gold

My shaking hands turn glass into gold

My shaking hands turn glass into gold

My shaking hands turn glass into gold

Call me when you're fading

To pick me up and it's high as f**k

I'm feeling lazy

My arms are weak and my head is soar

I'm looking over the walls are aching

Edges aching

It loves me down

My shaking hands turn glass into gold

My shaking hands turn glass into gold

My shaking hands turn glass into gold

My shaking hands turn glass into gold