The State of Gold, Pt. 2

[Intro] When red and blue lights pulse beneath the Cypress trees When cops come knocking on your window with a torch We will be cool when deep green eyes run thick with trouble We will be cool when trouble colors in our world [Verse 1] Set your hands upon my fate Under skin ruled by mistakes The state of gold floods my lungs I'm full of fire Beat back the waves The demon doubt crawls to its cage The state of gold into my blood Higher and higher No more two-year weekends No more shots fired at dawn [Pre-Chorus] The sun bursts on the beach And it burns under your feet You finally found a home In the palms where you belong [Chorus] And in the grocery store Becoming animals We will be cool when deep green eyes run thick with trouble And in the hotel halls Stampeding whiskey wolves We will be cool when trouble colors in our world [Instrumental break: 12 measures] [Chorus] And in the grocery store Posing as animals We will be cool when deep green eyes run thick with trouble And in the hotel halls Stampeding whiskey wolves We will be cool when trouble colors in our world We will be cool when trouble colors in our world We will be cool when trouble colors in our world We will be cool when trouble colors in our world