Testo Cold and Golden

My only option was to change my ways
to change the way I see things
My only option was to change the way
I see things way I see things

The days in the wake were
cold and golden,
always dripping honey from the the edges of buildings
blend together
make the weather seem so severe

My only option was to change the way I see things.
I feel it.
My only fear was a change that happens
when I'm sleeping
leaves me waiting