The Golden Age

This is the Golden Age 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 In 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