Golden Age

Lyrics
[Verse 1] Heartbeat sounding Ricocheting in their cage Thought I'd lose my balance With the ground's bounce and sway And all this violence And all this goes away And the vibes that rise like Fireflies illuminate our play Some light being Pulled you up from night's party Said "Clap your hands If you think your soul is free" And the silence was astounding 'Cept some "Oh Lord, mercy M-E"s And oh, you can't stop what's coming up You're never gonna stop, gonna live it up And oh, it's gonna drop, gonna fill your cup And oh, it's gonna drop, gonna fill your cup [Chorus] The age of miracles The age of sound Well, there's a Golden Age Coming 'round, coming 'round, coming 'round [Verse 2] Give it up 'Stead of grabbing for decay What we viewed as gold I believe pollutes this space And its grace ascending Like a snake up your tree Up your happy ending understanding All you're supposed to be [Verse 3] Let it move right in Let it kiss your face Let it sow your skin In perpetual embrace Like I said "Love's Light is Laughter" Like the sun spitting happiness into the hereafter Oh here it comes like a natural disaster Ah, blowing up like a ghetto blaster Ah, here it comes, bring it faster Ah, here it comes, bring it faster [Chorus] The age of miracles The age of sound Well, there's a Golden Age Coming 'round, coming 'round, coming 'round [Bridge] Love, don't you falter Burning hearts Dragged behind The horses dancing on the altar Hooves breaking gods To diamond dust and stars And there you are [Verse 4] Now we're all allowed to breathe Walls dissolve With the hunger and the greed Move your body You've got all you need And your arms in the air stir a sea of stars And, oh, here it comes and it's not so far All light beings Come on now make haste Clap your hands If you think you're in the right place Thunder all surrounding Aw feel it quake with the joy resounding Palm to the palm you can feel it pounding Never give it up, you can feel it mounting Oh, it's gonna drop, gonna fill your cup And oh, it's gonna drop, gonna fill your cup [Chorus] The age of miracles The age of sound Well, there's a Golden Age Coming 'round, coming 'round, coming 'round The age of miracles The age of sound Well there's a Golden Age Coming 'round, coming 'round, coming 'round
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Credits
- Writers
- Kyp Malone
- David Andrew Sitek