Gold Lane lyrics

I am holding your hand Heat goes into my veins A twisted blade can pierce me And melt my golden grounds But I will steal their knife Cut through any concrete vest I can be so versatile My darling one I'll borrow your fear Put it in my rucksack I can be so volatile my dear one And I will cut any friends That hold you down We are marching Dashing through winter winds I will open the skies We are marching We are marching We are marching We are marching