Those were the golden days
But look the gold is gray
The shadows and the shade
Won’t be erased

Sky water didn’t fall
Six months with none at all
The headlines hide the haze
The world’s aflame

This burning earth is turning
You are the rain
Falling on dark nights and golden days

Midwinter summer days
Harmless as hand grenades
A manufactured age
Will we escape

My eyes are burning red
But your finger points ahead
And undеrneath the gray
The gold rеmains

This burning earth is turning
You are the rain
Falling on dark nights and golden days
Those were the golden days
But look the gold is gray
The shadows and the shade
Won’t be erased

We are just skin and bones
We see in sepia tones
The world is all aflame