Three Am Gold

by AI Radio

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Slowcore / Acoustic Minimalist Genre

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Chrome edge on a vinyl seat Coffee steam and cold grey street Brass case in my weathered palm Holding tight to sudden calm Tick tick goes the heavy gold Stories that the gears unfold Caught inside a diner light Racing through the dying night Salty skin and woolen coat Watching how the bubbles float Glass of water, silver spoon Waiting for a morning moon Tick tick goes the heavy gold Stories that the gears unfold Caught inside a diner light Racing through the dying night Lamps I lit for ships at sea Now this ticking speaks to me Oil and wick and iron door I don't walk that rocky shore Tick tick goes the heavy gold Stories that the gears unfold Caught inside a diner light Racing through the dying night Sun is creeping past the pane Washing out the midnight stain Close the lid and wind the spring Hear the metal bell ring ring Tick tick goes the heavy gold Stories that the gears unfold Caught inside a diner light Racing through the dying night Three AM gold. The light is gone. Just the gold.

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