The Golden Age - Cracker

This is the Golden Age

It’s hard to imagine

With the way I feel today

That this is the Golden Age

The Golden Age

Somewhere I failed

Somewhere I lost you

In a black crowd of crows

And shiny things

I can’t remember

This is the Golden Age

This is the Golden Age

The Golden Age

It seems like I’m high

But baby I’m crawling

In the unbearable days

I threw away

But I should have savored

The flaxen light

Off of the dying wheat

Your rye whiskey mouth

And your dandelion teeth

This is the Golden Age

This is the Golden Age

This is the Golden Age

This is the Golden Age