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Golden hour
(Billy Bob Thornton/J.D Andrew)
We're on the martini and a hundred pairs of red eyes have made another day We went through the motions and the cuts and the actions, I felt the work was okay But mostly I'm remembering the beauty of your brown eyes inviting December into May Each day at Golden Hour I miss your face I miss that soft and magic glow Each day at Golden Hour I miss your face But the setting sun's part of the show that helped us grow Standing on a mountain the sun is quickly sinking to sleep on yesterday My mind is taking pictures even though they won't develop, I snap them anyway I'll be back here tomorrow with a hundred pairs of red eyes to put my heart on display Each day at Golden Hour I miss your face I miss that soft and magic glow Each day at Golden Hour I miss your face But the setting sun's part of the show that helped us grow We're on the martini with a hundred frantic voices shouting that we can't delay Their light is quickly fading and they're gotta capture beauty before it gets away I look into the eyes of the lover of the moment, that's how I earn my pay Each day at Golden Hour I miss you face And I miss shinig like a knight Each day at Golden Hour I miss your face In the setting sun we lost our light When we gained our sight