Cold And Golden के बोल

My only option was to change my ways To change the way i see things My only option was to change the way I see things way i see things The days in the wake were Cold and golden, Always dripping honey from the The edges of buildings Blend together Make the weather seem so severe My only option was to change the way i see things. I feel it. My only fear was a change that happens When i'm sleeping Leaves me waiting