In the Golden Hour
anthemic indie, layered guitars · male vocal · medium tempo · 3:00
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Verse
The turnstiles stand in silent rows
Where the summer wind softly blows
The grass is sleeping, pale and still
Below the shadow of the hill
No roar of crowds, no rhythmic beat
Just the heat upon the street
Chorus
Oh, the ghosts are running on the line
In the golden hour, in the pale sunshine
The echoes live where the shadows fall
Writing legends on the crumbling wall
Yeah, the echoes live where the shadows fall
Verse
A single light begins to flicker
The evening air is growing thicker
Old floodlights lean against the sky
Watching all the years go by
The painted lines are fading grey
On a quiet, lonely weekday
Chorus
Oh, the ghosts are running on the line
In the golden hour, in the pale sunshine
The echoes live where the shadows fall
Writing legends on the crumbling wall
Yeah, the echoes live where the shadows fall
Bridge
Can you hear the thunder in the rain?
Can you feel the glory and the pain?
It’s written in the concrete and the dust
In the iron, in the grit, and in the rust
Chorus
Oh, the ghosts are running on the line
In the golden hour, in the pale sunshine
The echoes live where the shadows fall
Writing legends on the crumbling wall
Yeah, the echoes live where the shadows fall
2 comments
Aisha Goddard
that kick is huge
ming.sunday
808s are clean,told you!
