Lyrics

trashcan gold never seemed to rise above
the din of countless neon nights
she?s talking through the broken rattles of
a foreign kind of blinding light

she?s bound to go where no-one else will know
when the sun is sinkin? low

rockstar noise in a bar at close of day
she hears the notes as perfect, round
with a deadpan grin that always helped her get away
to hear the colors underground

she?s bound to go where no-one else will know
when the sun is sinkin? low

drifting through the rings of tired eyes
that bounce inside a brilliant flood
a simple act of moving in disguise
through walls of wasted angry blood

she?s bound to go where no-one else will know
when the sun is sinkin? low

freezing cold on the surface of the street
she hears the silver of the moon
and blending through the fabric of defeat
comes undenied a dancing tune

she?s bound to go where no-one else will know
when the sun is sinkin? low