It's hard to imagine
 with the way I feel today
 that this is the Golden Age
 The Golden Age

 Somewhere I failed
 Somewhere I lost you
 In a black crowd of crows
 and shiny things
 I can't remember

 This is the Golden Age
 This is the Golden Age
 The Golden Age

 It seems like I'm high
 but baby I'm crawling
 through the unbearable days
 I threw away
 but I should have savored
 The flaxen light
 off of the dying wheat
 Your rye whiskey mouth
 and your dandelion teeth

 This is the Golden Age
 This is the Golden Age
 This is the Golden Age
 This is the Golden Age