Once you had nothing more than the bed that we shared
When we were making plans, sketching dreamings in the air
We were young
Now we wake from the dream
Stumble [?] find ourselves at the gates of a new golden age

A new golden age learning how to fly
Picking our way through a violent sky
The landscape is strange we are torn apart
And yet we are alive in the new golde age

Well we could [?] holding love as [?]
We had a simple plan starting making it real
I am [?]
But I'm afraid
But don't trust myself
There's no route no map no light guiding our way
Guiding our way through the

New golden age learning how to fly
Picking our way through a violent sky
Starting again we are torn apart
And yet we are alive in the new golden age

In the new golden age, in the new golden age
In the new golden age, in the new golden age