Glass into Gold

Look here like clear time
The thought of you is hard for me
The way you linger
You're hovering, you're in my skin
The way you quiver
You're spitting out orbit your figure
Voice and thought

My shaking hands turn glass into gold
My shaking hands turn glass into gold
My shaking hands turn glass into gold
My shaking hands turn glass into gold

Call me when you're fading
To pick me up and it's high as ****
I'm feeling lazy, my arms are weak and my head is soar
I'm looking over the walls are aching, edges aching
It loves me down

My shaking hands turn glass into gold
My shaking hands turn glass into gold
My shaking hands turn glass into gold
My shaking hands turn glass into gold

My shaking hands turn glass into gold
My shaking hands turn glass into gold
My shaking hands turn glass into gold
My shaking hands turn glass into gold