Gold Morning Days - First Breath After Coma

It’s tight in here

Look for a way

Over your head

Cosmic rain

You’re falling into

Trail for the lost to get there

Gold morning days

You fall into your own

They’re falling too

This is how you always get there

Gold morning days

You fall into your own

They’re falling … too

Trail for the lost to get there

You’ll get there

You’re falling into your own

This is all the hope

Keep the walk