Gold dust

{Sights and sounds pull me back down another year
  I Was here
  I was here}

{And we make it up as we go along
  We make it up as we go along}

{The sun on your face
  I’m freezing that frame}

{How did it go so fast
  You say as we are looking back
  And then we’ll understand
  We held gold dust in our hands}

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