The State of Gold, Pt. 2
When red and blue lights pulse beneath the cypress 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 world
Set your hands upon my fate
Under skin ruled by mistakes
The state of gold floods my lungs
I'm full of fire
Beat back the waves
The demon doubt crawls to its cage
The state of gold into my blood
Higher and higher
No more two-year weekends
No more shots fired at dawn
The sun bursts on the beach
And it burns under your feet
You finally found a home
In the palms where you belong
And in the grocery store
Becoming animals
We will be cool when deep green eyes run thick with trouble
And in the hotel halls
Stampeding whiskey wolves
We will be cool when trouble colors in our world
And in the grocery store
Posing as animals
We will be cool when deep green eyes run thick with trouble
And in the hotel halls
Stampeding whiskey wolves
We will be cool when trouble colors in our world