The Golden Age

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