Golden skies through frozen eyes
Moments melt through hope
Fading colors graze the moonlight overthrow
I mourn the light in lullabies
‘Cause when the curtains close there’s no time left to keep
I would run circles round the sun
‘Til there’s nothing left to chase
Tea leaf dreams and movie screens
Like pictures from the west
Leave my dreaming head short on bated breath
There’s no marked price for gold coated lies
But I’m paying what came due
It’s a run-down clock ticking at the moon
I would run circles round the sun
‘Til there’s nothing left to chase
I would run circles round the sun
‘Til there’s nothing left to chase