Waves (Golden) - Leopold and His Fiction

When you think about it long

Last time you called him on the phone

You couldn’t promise one good thing

Or adhere right or wrong

What you consider set in stone

Your lives together now postponed

Never certain you could live a moment

Without him by your throne

Golden old waves

You were born, you were born

It’s a natural way to home

For so long, for so long

Yeah, you’re the golden one

Yeah, yeah, you’re the golden one

In the reflection of his voice

To collect last words at any price

You course yourself to turn away

Familiar as it burns

So delicate you persist

And remain hardly counterfeit like

Jewels flashing in the night of time

Chasing burden from out your mind

Setting only with a road

Backward pride you left at home

'Cause sadly the only chance

You ever had to at home

Golden old waves

You were born, you were born

It’s a natural way to home

For so long, for so long

Yeah, you’re the golden one

Yeah, yeah, you’re the golden one

Setting only with a road

Backward pride you left at home

Like jewels flashing in the night of time

It’s clear what’s on your mind

Can’t you hear me call?

Can’t you hear me calling you?

Can’t you hear me call?

Can’t you hear me calling you?