The gold is spilling on the silent street A ghost of summer where the shadows meet We're moving slowly through a heavy dream Along the edges of a cooling street I see the light in every single turn A quiet lesson that we've come to learn It's a vintage kind of glow we're keeping now A secret held within a silent vow The sun is heavy on the morning glass Watching all the quiet hours pass Just a rhythm and a shared design Tracing out a different kind of life The concrete echoes with a softer sound When you are walking on this holy ground We aren't looking for a place to be Just the reflection of the company No rush to reach the place where light is high Beneath the fading of a summer sky It's a vintage kind of glow we're keeping now A secret held within a silent vow The sun is heavy on the morning glass Watching all the quiet hours pass Just a rhythm and a shared design Tracing out a different kind of life In the stillness We are all we need Planting every quiet little seed Just a moment on the edge of time in a melody And in a rush Quiet now Just the light on the street

The gold is thin and leaning long Against the wall where we belong A salt-lick breeze, a sudden grace It traces lines across your face No heavy hearts or anchored feet Just asphalt burning in the heat The clock has lost its jagged sound Since the wind began to circle round Wind like a shoulder moving on Like a summer shadow that is gone Free and weightless midday flight Before spring bring back the light It's a skin-deep kiss, a paper-thin touch Never needing far too much Just the air on us and the air around Lifting us up from the ground Pine needles dry beneath our palms A world that's silent, out of harms You don't need to speak to say it true It's in the way the sky is blue No heavy promises to keep While all the city falls to sleep A feather drifting on the floor We don't need a single thing more Wind like a shoulder moving on Like a summer shadow that is gone Free and weightless midday flight Before spring bring back the light It's a skin-deep kiss, a paper-thin touch Never needing far too much Just the air on us and the air around Lifting us up from the ground Lifting us up Lifting us up Free and weightless Wind on my shoulder

The tide carries a weight of something gone Amber light catches the edges of the dawn In the sediment of the sand, a trace remains A whisper of the years flowing through my veins (flowing through my veins) Oh, the horizon drinks the orange fire Drawing up the ghost of my desire Faded summers in the salt and in the foam Calling out a path that leads me home (leads me home) The water draws a line I cannot cross Measuring the beauty and the loss Sunlight is heavy, turning liquid gold A story that is better left untold Oh, the horizon drinks the orange fire Drawing up the ghost of my desire Faded summers in the salt and in the foam Calling out a path that leads me home (leads me home) But the salt sting wakes the hollow space A memory I can no longer trace Just a flicker on the darkening blue A momentary echo of the view Whispers in the foam Lead me home

Walking slow through the hazy blue Golden light bleeding right on through The afternoon is a liquid glass Watching all the minutes as they pass Heat is heavy on the sidewalk stone Melting down to the marrow bone (marrow bone) Stretch the sky, watch it pull and tear Time is hanging in the heavy air Every second is a miles-wide sea Floating far from where we used to be Summer day is a ribbon long Singing out a heat, heatwave song Sidewalks shimmer in the midday glare Static electricity in the air Concrete cooling in a violet shade Memories of the shadows we have made Dust is rising in a rhythmic cloud Voices getting lost inside the crowd (inside the crowd) Stretch the sky, watch it pull and tear Time is hanging in the heavy air Every second is a miles-wide sea Floating far from where we used to be Summer day is a ribbon long Singing out a heat, heatwave song Ribbon of time Stretching long Heatwave song Ribbon of time (stretching long) Heatwave song

壁に落ちる影がゆっくり形を変えゆく その静かな変化を見つめる歌 The edge of the light is tracing a map Of a life I haven't lived yet on the plaster wall Oh, let the clock just lean against the air Nothing to become Just this breathing in the quiet, in the quiet stance Where the dust mote is dance The lights on the floor are reaching the door A silent evolution in the gray No rush to arrive at the end of the day Oh, let the clock just lean against the air Nothing to become Just this breathing in the quiet, in the quiet stance Where the dust mote is dance Quiet light 静かな変化

The swelter hangs like silk upon the screen A ghost of gold across the floor I've seen Inside the drawer, beneath the cooling glass I hear the hours and the shadows pass A stack of parchment, white and heavy limbed The edges curling as the light grows dimmed Oh, the letters that I folded The phantom words I held In the silent heat of summer Where the bitter honey swelled I'm a pilot in the swelter Of the afternoon light Keeping secrets in the swelter Of the afternoon light The ink is sleeping in a valley of the blue It never made the distance or the reach to you Outside the window, cicadas scream a plea For breeze to break the humidity for me But I just sit and watch the dust motes dance Lost inside this static, quiet, humid trance Oh, the letters that I folded The phantom words I held In the silent heat of summer Where the bitter honey swelled I'm a pilot on the water With no shore in sight Keeping secrets in the swelter Of the afternoon light I should have let the ink run wild I should have found the courage then Now it's only me and it all In the swelter of the light Soft humming

The low hum of the highway rose A resonance that takes its toll Fading out until the line Dissolves into the heat of time Dissolves into the heat of time It rings out like a summer dream Merging with the golden gleam Just as our affection stays Melting through the summer haze Melting through the summer haze The asphalt whispers to the sky As the heavy clouds drift by As the heavy clouds drift by Everything must fade away But the heart will hold the day It rings out like a summer dream Merging with the golden gleam Just as our affection stays Melting through the summer haze Melting through the summer haze It rings out like a summer dream Merging with the golden gleam Just as our affection stays Melting through the summer haze Melting through the summer haze Melting away in the summer air

The gold is brittle now against the gate A gilded air that's hanging in a state of deep suspension Before the membrane breaks and dust begins The world is holding on with paper thin and quiet tension The light is heavy like a pool of heat The concrete radiates beneath our feet in silent mention It's a hush, it's a pause, it's a still desire Every atom frozen on a borderline, watching for the change It's the breath that we take when the sun goes down Before the wind awakens the silent town, breaking out of range It's a hush, it's a pause, it's a still desire Every atom frozen on a borderline, watching for the change It's the breath that we take when the sun goes down Before the wind awakens the silent town, breaking out of range Stillness in the gilded heat Everything is now complete Suspension Wait for the breeze

The sound of footsteps walking a bright road Is slowly drifting away The tape is turning slow and thick With every single torrent and click Golden light begins to break Softer sound the summer makes Fading out but clear as day Watching as the colors gray On a bright road walking away Footsteps fading, golden and gray Rhythmic heart's beat in the dust In a world of gold and rust Footsteps fading, walking away On a bright road walking away The shadow of the heat remains The sound of footsteps walking a bright road Is slowly drifting away Crackle of the needle's breath Silver heating cross the glass Hear the moments as they pass Silence comes but sound is still Bending to the morning's will On a bright road walking away Footsteps fading, golden and gray Rhythmic heart's beat in the dust In a world of gold and rust Footsteps fading, walking away On a bright road walking away Slowly drifting away The rhythm stays as I depart Locked within a golden heart Footsteps on a bright road Slowly drifting away

The air begins to hold its breath A velvet hum, a quiet death The sun is melting, a quiet death The sun is melting into amber streaks Caught inside the architecture of our dreams Golden light across the floor We couldn't ask for anymore Just this moment turning gold A story that remains untold Shadow stretch and then dissolve As the earth begins its slow revolve Dust motes dance in honeyed light Holding off the silver of the night Golden light across the floor We couldn't ask for anymore Just this moment turning gold A story that remains untold Turning gold Stay with me