Sam Hancock - Strike Gold Lyrics

I feel my words slip
Close my eyelids
Suddenly the whole world goes dark
Red on my fingertips
The wind whistles down my lips, how
Have I not moved in so long?
I'm coming to a halt
But surely it's not the end
It's so hard to maintain optimism
Will I ever strike gold
Anymore?
Anymore
Don't think I'd recognise
The things behind my eyes if I looked down
And I don't see you
Suddenly anxious and something so dangerous
Please help me land
On my two feet, yeah
I'm coming to a halt (I'm coming to a halt, yeah)
But surely there must be more, more, more, more (more)
It's so hard to hold on this slippery rope
Will I ever strike gold
Anymore?
Anymore
(Yeah, yeah)
Anymore
(No, no, no, no why?)
Anymore
Anymore
Creativity's a mine and I'm down on my luck
I speak in hyperbolics now and I say "Am I enough?"
A lost child in a supermarket aisle alone
Frantically searching, crying "Where is that gold that I want?"
I never saw myself a fool until I turned 19
And suddenly, I think there's no such thing as "follow your dream"
You pray to god that you'll be safe while in the passenger seat
And maybe it's a mix of both and I don't know what I mean
And I'm down on my luck
Am I enough?
I never saw myself a fool until I turned 19
Follow your dream, yeah
And maybe it's a mix of both and I don't know what I mean
Probably