The State of Gold, Pt. 2 - Matt Pond PA

When red and blue lights pulse beneath the Cypress trees

When cops come knocking on your window with a torch

We will be cool when deep green eyes run thick with trouble

We will be cool when trouble colors in our world

Set your hands upon my fate

Under skin ruled by mistakes

The state of gold floods my lungs

I’m full of fire

Beat back the waves

The demon doubt crawls to its cage

The state of gold into my blood

Higher and higher

No more two-year weekends

No more shots fired at dawn

The sun bursts on the beach

And it burns under your feet

You finally found a home

In the palms where you belong

And in the grocery store

Becoming animals

We will be cool when deep green eyes run thick with trouble

And in the hotel halls

Stampeding whiskey wolves

We will be cool when trouble colors in our world

And in the grocery store

Posing as animals

We will be cool when deep green eyes run thick with trouble

And in the hotel halls

Stampeding whiskey wolves

We will be cool when trouble colors in our world

We will be cool when trouble colors in our world

We will be cool when trouble colors in our world

We will be cool when trouble colors in our world