Golden Age (2022 Remaster) Songtext
von Paper Satellites

Cigarettes are on the floor
You think of the world, but the world doesn′t think of you
You see their faces, and you can't ignore them
What goes around, no, it doesn′t come back anymore

The gamble's paid with your demise
Streaming tears in your eyes
Castaway in your own life
There's no one else there for you


I see you crying
I feel darling
You are what you want to be

Swig a cup of whiskey
You find yourself crashing down on the bedroom floor
"I′m such a mess, life hates me"
You tell yourself but you′re not listening anymore

Nostalgia is eating you
Yeah, it feels good, but is it good?
I'm nowhere near but I feel you
Try to embrace me