Gorablanca - Gold

You are light, enchanted dust
november sun dirty window
Stuck between standing still and rust
or to burn out in motion

Oh it takes time, takes a life to learn
sometimes you need a perfect storm
So you don’t live with your stones unturned
Don’t live with your stones unturned

Hold on my friend, oooh
Oh I know you’re tired
of getting burned by fire
So keep up your head, oooh
Oh it's time to unfold
See what you’re made of
Gold

Breathing in, breathing out
count the reasons to stay alive
Search within for the voice
so long drowned by the noises
And all this time
you’ve always had it all

Breathing in, breathing out
This is where you’re supposed to be
This is where you’re supposed to be

Hold on my friend, oooh
Yeah I know you’re tired
of getting burned by fire
So keep up your head, oooh
Oh it's time to unfold
See what you’re made of
Gold

You made it this far
So let your wall fall
Nothing to lose now
See what you're made of

Hold on my friend, oooh
Oh I know you're tired
of getting burned by fire

Hold on my friend, oooh
Oh I know you're tired
of getting burned by fire
But keep up your head, oooh
Oh it's time to unfold
to show that you're made of Gold