Lyrics

Sunset, come and end this mess.
Maybe send some rest
Cause it’s kind of hard when you don’t know.

She smiles at a screen in New York City
Trying to hide the lines
but they still show.

Whistle like a guilty man
When the blood is on your hands
and it hits the floor
but it ain’t yours

She takes a train out to New Jersey
Trying to be alone
but alone’s worse

Gold is in our hands most days
But we don’t know
Home is where we land when they
Try to lay us low
Gold is in our hands most days
But we don’t know

Dead weight in a Disney town
Trying to hold it down but it keeps on 
trying to fly away

She takes a picture of a painting, while the
Strings swell and the
Lights fade and the
Sun sets in vain

Gold is in our hands most days
But we don’t know
Home is where we land when they
Try to lay us low
Gold is in our hands most days
But we don’t know

Gold is in our hands most days
But we don’t know
Home is where we stand while they
Try to lay us low
Gold is in our hands most days
But we don’t know
No, no.