Old enough
You are old enough
to know the way
this is going
Walk me home
The long way home
and go a way
you're not going
I am golden
in the evening
We are bolder
in the morning
And the long grass
it is grown
over the steps
of the door
You know the way
the lines on your face
You know the way
they are growing
Harrowing
It is harrowing
to hold and not
beholden
to hold and not
beholden
I am golden
in the evening
We are bolder
in the morning
And the long grass
it is grown
over the steps
of the door
I am golden
in the evening
We are bolder
in the morning
And the long grass
it is grown
over the steps
of the door
Oh, the long grass
it is grown
over the steps
of the door
Oh, the long grass
it is grown
over the steps
of the door
Oh, the long grass
it is grown
over the steps
of the door
Oh, the long grass
it is grown
over the steps
of the door
Oh, the long grass
it is grown
over the steps
of the door
Oh, the long grass
it is grown
over the steps
of the door