Silver + Gold - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

A hundred birds, flying circles

Round and round my bed

I’m getting old

All this silver and gold, I can’t help myself

Bouquets past bloom

Hold a picture in your head if flowers still mean anything to you

Can you hear it, the distant grinding?

Where's my car even driving?

I can't believe my motherfucking timing

Before us, before us, I took a wrong turn down the wrong road

I was a hallway with all the doors closed

Before us, I took a wrong turn down the wrong road

I closed my eyes and I gave up control

This room has snapped cold

And I’d leave if it weren’t for my view of the road

A bouquet past bloom

And I swear I hear it singing my old tunes

Oh, I can’t help myself

Before us, before us, I took a wrong turn down the wrong road

I was a hallway with all the doors closed

Before us, I took a wrong turn down the wrong road

I closed my eyes and I gave up control, I gave up control

I gave up control, I gave up control

To the silver and gold, to the silver and gold

Where's my car even driving?

Can you believe this motherfucking timing

Before us, before us, I was a good man in a bad place

I found sin when I was looking for grace

Before us, I took a wrong turn down the wrong road

And somewhere I gave up control, I gave up control

I gave up control to the silver and gold

I gave up control

I gave up control to the silver and gold