Gold from Sandcastle [VHT56] by BRIDES

CAUGHT
LIKE A DEER IN THE RED LIGHT
DREAM A LIFE IN A DREAM THAT STAYS
SITTING PRETTY BY THE WINDOW NATURES DARKER ANGELS SING
SIT AND WATCH THE CARS GO BY
HANDS THAT PRAY AND HANDS THAT THROW
HARD TO FIND AND HARD TO HOLD
ONE LAST HAIL MARY AND CAUTION THROWN RIDE THE STORM TO SOME OTHER SHORE
SEX AND DRUGS AND ALL THE REST BEWILDERMENT AND WORDS UNSAID
AND THE TASTE OF GOLD
THINK OF DAYS OF WINE AND ROSES SAVAGE WOVEN AND CRUELLY SPUN
NOW, A DAZE OF GOLD
A SLOW WAVE ON A LONG SHORE
AT THE END OF ANOTHER LOST HIGHWAY
A BRIGHT YOUNG THING WITH A CRUEL IDEAL TO HAVE AND HOLD, NOW AND ALWAYS FORGET YOUR PETTY DREAMS OF HEAVEN RIDE THE STORM TO SOME OTHER SHORE ONE LAST HAIL MARY AND CAUTION THROWN SWIMMING IN A SEA OF GOLD
AND THE CARS GO BY

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