Golden Hour

Stay with me Stay with me Stay with me And I will go I decided I'd write you another song While we are still young Before we are just a memory of days shuffled far away I figured I'd write you another song While we are still young Before AI writes every love song AI guitars play I figured I'd put my heart to work again And feed more words to my obsession with you Incur comfy golden hour views Immortalize my bestest friend Leave the theater before the end with you Make sure the credits never run the whole way through By the time they lay us down I will have written more love songs than there is ground Our bodies will be in tune forever In melodic sonnets of our time together And as the paper is turned and rotten And the sound of my voice is just another autumn Our songs will echo off of every coffin Jiggle every urn, tickle every worm I decided I'd write you another song While we are still young Before we are just a great tale of dragons that we slay I figured I'd write you another song While we are still young Before AI writes every clever thing that people say Dancing on the headstones, prancing on the roses Conjuring a ruckus, every chapter closes But then they crack our book again And imagine new skin on our skeletons Packing up the heavens, new chapter approaches Mystic little spirits of notes that he composes Glide back to earth in our new skin suits Dandelion seeds as our parachutes There you are reading in the golden hour Particles diving through the light like an April shower I hope these memories all are trees As I meet you at the top when you think of me There you are reading in the golden hour About powerful creatures up in golden towers I hope these stories all create stars That illuminate observatories near and far I decided I'd write you another song While we are still young Before we are just a nursing home window goodbye wave I figured I'd write you another song While we are still young Before AI creates every picture that we used to carve in clay There you are reading in the golden hour Particle ballerinas, atmospheric powder Fascine filters to a deep chartreuse For you kissing my cheek in a photo booth There you are reading in the golden hour Your smile opens wider like a blooming flower I hope these memories all grow roots In these sloppy little songs that I wrote for you I hope these memories all grow roots In these sloppy little songs that I wrote for you