Gold Hand Video (MV)

I've held illusions in my eyes
Shimmering to crack their demise
I've laid a horcrux on my breast
Softly vocalising it's theft

It strokes my crown, it cuts me laissez-faire
It makes me out, it shapes my shade so fair
Tell me, how do you think it feels
To be driven away from your own steering wheel?

From your own steering wheel

And I am calling
Through time to the breaches

To the breaches
Through time
Am calling
And I

I am cradled in my arms
I am cradled in my arms
I am cradled in my arms
I am cradled in my arms
I am cradled in my arms to the breaches

I stand in my own way
I'll let myself through when I'm done with the day
A Gold Hand prompts me from behind
But I'd never make it if the whole body was mine

If the whole body was mine

And I am falling
Through time on soft beaches

Beaches soft on
Time through
Falling am
I and

I am cradled in my arms
I am cradled in my arms
I am cradled in my arms
I am cradled in my arms
I am cradled in my arms on soft beaches