Golden hour
Sun dipped halfway behind the ridges
In the golden hour
Forming a fiery amber sky
Reflected on the lake below
On a chase after something vanished
A sense of childlike wonder
We threw our clothes off by the road
And then we headed to the shore
Running to the water
Sand between our toes
Grab my hand and hold your
Breath before we go under
I dont know whats below the surface
Of these silent waters
Still I cant wait to reach the lake
And take a leap of faith with you
Running to the water
Sand between our toes
Grab my hand and hold your
Breath before we go under
Jumping off together
The water aint that cold
Grab my hand and hold your
Breath before we go under