Gold Lyrics - Post Tropical - James Vincent Mcmorrow

How was the cold 

Along the path I determined to hold 

Although it coiled round a perilous wing 

Blinded by hot gas and carving off steam 

There was still smoke 

Burnt in the grass 

Reclaim a portion of desolate south 

Add in the stirrings and long lost fatigue 

Barrels that hide us in hair fallen heed 

Then became sound 

I wasn't afforded a love 

Covered up in hard earned clay 

I wasn't accorded a stop 

Always in it so much more 

I wasn't afforded a love 

Covered up in hard earned clay 

Time wasn't the only cavernous 

I hope my contour charts show up via rivers 

Out to the only ocean 

There's something peaceful that goes out via river 

Out to the ocean 

I was peaceful standing, I was open 

I wasn't afforded a love 

Covered up in hard earned clay 

I wasn't accorded a stop 

Always in it so much more 

I wasn't afforded a love 

Covered up in hard earned clay 

Time wasn't the only cavernous 

Time wasn't the only cavernous 

Time wasn't the only cavernous 

Time wasn't the only coward