Golden Hour

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've 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 your face

And I miss shining 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

Each day at golden hour I miss your face

Each day at golden hour I miss your face

Each day at golden hour I miss your face

Each day at golden hour I miss your face