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Golden hour
(Billy Bob Thornton/J.D Andrew)
We're on the martini and a hundred pairs of red eyes have made another day
We went through the motions and the cuts and the actions, I felt the work was okay
But mostly I'm remembering the beauty of your brown eyes inviting December into May
Each day at Golden Hour I miss your face
I miss that soft and magic glow
Each day at Golden Hour I miss your face
But the setting sun's part of the show that helped us grow
Standing on a mountain the sun is quickly sinking to sleep on yesterday
My mind is taking pictures even though they won't develop, I snap them anyway
I'll be back here tomorrow with a hundred pairs of red eyes to put my heart on display
Each day at Golden Hour I miss your face
I miss that soft and magic glow
Each day at Golden Hour I miss your face
But the setting sun's part of the show that helped us grow
We're on the martini with a hundred frantic voices shouting that we can't delay
Their light is quickly fading and they're gotta capture beauty before it gets away
I look into the eyes of the lover of the moment, that's how I earn my pay
Each day at Golden Hour I miss you face
And I miss shinig like a knight
Each day at Golden Hour I miss your face
In the setting sun we lost our light
When we gained our sight