Souls of Gold - Sister Crayon

Woke up in the sevens

A strange last night

My thoughts are furious, in the thousands tonight

Keep your head down, keep yours

And rewrite tonight

Woke up in the sevens

A strange last night

You are a recluse, you always were

I’m a recluse, I always was

You are a recluse, we always were

Primal, in fact we fall in time

Plenty, it finds

To the wall

To the wall

And c’mon

And pretend we don’t see this armor, before

Plenty, it finds

To the wall

To the wall

And c’mon

And pretend we don’t see this armor, before

Why are we too blind to see that ours souls are made of gold?