The passage of time Is flicking dimly up on the screen I can't see the lines I used to think I could read between Perhaps my brains have turned to sand
[Instrumental]
Translation: Eno, Brian. Golden Hours.
Translation: Santana. Golden Hours.
[instrumental] [Music: S. Siminac]
(Instrumental)
hour of gold, the hour of lead We did forge our wedding bed On a hard and holy road we lay down our head In the hour of gold, the hour of lead I have
a cutie to call who loves the way I knock on her boots Well let's help them back Let's handle that In two-to-six hours, We'll meet back here and regroup
Everything did Nails done, hair done Everything did Oh, you fancy, huh? You getting ready so I know we gon' be here awhile In the bathroom, flat irons and nail files Spending hours
days couldn't be fly, now I'm in a T.I. Come in clubs with B.I., now a nigga V.I. (uh-huh) Rock tons of gold, nuff money I fold Roll the way you wanna
this muthafucka Bitches on your dog like fleas in this muthafucka So many chains might freeze in this muthafucker Walked past a bitch like breeze in this muthafucka Black and gold
Lets get on this Rose 72 hours straight do it like Alpo did it back in 88 step up in this bitch in an MCM suit 38 snub in my MCM boots Young what you
night The dragon wants a bite Of our love The flower and the golden hand Wooden wings and clouds of sand Sir Greendown Let's leave in an hour Meet
's golden A fool in a fight, too dumb to know right Fuckin' blue light, read'em their rights Drama Drama Drama Drama I Copped an alias bailed out in an hour
to the solid mental grace, And achieve it all with music that came quickly from afar, Then taste the fruit of man recorded losing all against the hour
the signs, whole [home] Reaching for the farside show Whole Dancing for the moon Dancing for the light Whole Pushing for the mind drive Dancing for the hour
Rhymes] Well baby, the nature of the business is unstable Especially when your project ain't properly promoted by your label E'ry album I put out gold
Wa going to write a song at a time When my life and my moods were in order and fine But the hour was late and my room was a state And I realized that
