Текст песни Make It Gold

Keep on, moving never took so long These legs are bricks and rip through sheets Steaming underneath the clothes we wore Now on the floor, it's true Bring back wickedness Bring back temperaments Bring back the wind that blew the fire into The woods where I wait for you The nights are bare, we kiss like thieves The air is sharp in evergreens I stretch like waters bring this ship to harbour We'll brave this storm and come out new Bring back wickedness Bring back temperaments Bring back the wind that blew the fire into The woods where I wait for you We'll blow this smoke and make it gold We'll blow this smoke and make it gold These songs get old, these songs get old We'll blow this smoke and make it gold