The Golden Hour in Milow

You spent all your life
Between the neon signs
Waiting for sunrise

While your hands are tied
Waiting for a sign
You keep your head up high

You better take some lessons
On how to count your blessings
If you ever wanna change

Now you’re drowning in a whiskey sour
You always lose it in the golden hour
In the golden hour

Add a shot of light pollution
And a spoonful of confusion
In the golden hour

You spent half the night
Waiting for low tide
Trying to get it right

You better take some lessons
On how to count your blessings
If you ever wanna change

Now you’re drowning in a whiskey sour
You always lose it in the golden hour
In the golden hour

Add a shot of light pollution
And a spoonful of confusion
In the golden hour