Aftertaste of Gold
When I was younger, walking always before you up to the summit or tangled in crowds
All that's left over is the aftertaste of gold
We changed together. Walking slowly beside you through cancerous weather, disillusioned with God
And then when it's over just the aftertaste of gold
And then it's the present and I've fallen behind
I grope for your shadow I've long since gone blind, and all that remains is the aftertaste
Was it the Temple of Heaven or the Temple of Earth?
Was there rain and me singing or was it warm and I cursed?
All I remember is the aftertaste of gold.
Now I can't remember
A fog wraps around you
Why can't I remember?
Why can't I recall?
Autor(es): Alpine Decline