Matt Pond Pa - The State of Gold Pt. 2 lyrics

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(Verse)

We're having blue nights coast beneath the suburbs trees

When cops come knocking on your window with a torch

We will be cool when deep green eyes run thick with trouble

We will be cool when trouble colors in our words

Set your hands upon my feet

Under skin move by mistakes

The state of gold floats my lungs

On fool of fire

I'll be back the weaves

The daemon dealt crows to his cage

State of goal to my blood higher and higher

No more to your weekends

No more shots fired, don't

When the sun burns on the beach

When it burns under your feet

And you finally found a home

In the palms where you belong

In the grocery store, they're coming out the moons

We will be cool when deep green eyes run thick with trouble

And in the hotel homes, stampeding whiskey walls

We will be cool when trouble colors in our words

We will cross with stones those seen as animals

We will be cool when deep green eyes run thick with trouble

And in the hotel homes, stampeding whiskey walls

We will be cool when trouble colors in our words (x4)