Golden Years - Dia Frampton

castaway storms in the dead of night

blaze like arrows that are lit on fire

as the smoke rises up in the city

all our bodies are tangled and torn

while the world spins until we are dizzy

we want more

we want more

we’re in the golden years

don’t tell me what the damage is, oh

we’re in the golden years

don’t tell me how hard we got hit

some days, most days, and most nights, too

can’t sleep for shit, can’t escape bad news

nobody knows, nobody knows, nobody knows what i go through

nobody knows, nobody knows, nobody knows what i turn to

we’re in the golden years

don’t tell me what the damage is, oh

we’re in the golden years

don’t tell me how hard we got hit

we’re in the golden years

don’t tell me what the damage is, oh

we’re in the golden years

don’t tell me how hard we got hit

you better learn, you better learn

we don’t apologize

we’ve heard this all before

we’re coming back for more

letting you go, letting you bleed

just give us what we need

we’re washing up on shore

we’re coming back for more

we’re in the golden years

don’t tell me what the damage is, oh

we’re in the golden years

don’t tell me how hard we got hit

we’re in the golden years

don’t tell me what the damage is, oh

we’re in the golden years

don’t tell me how hard we got hit