Sunday Post - Golden Hour Lyrics

Throw your papers out the window
We're still casting glass and light
Fold your hands back till the day shows
You said I've got my head on right

For a golden hour, a blue return
Watch it through a window

Cold water is like
Your name on my tongue
I don't think my head's on right
Cause your name's like water in my lungs

For a golden hour, a blue return
It's hardly fair and this you know

I lost your mind a year ago
My hands curled by my sides
We're still losing hours though
Locked hand and hand like ocean tides

For a golden hour, a blue return
It's hardly fair and this you know
Watch it through your back window

What I know is, I know how it ends
What I know is, I know how it ends
What I know is, I know how it ends
I know how it ends hand and hand with my friends
What I know is, I know how it ends
I know how it ends hand and hand with my friends