The boy that shot the bullet
Decked in yellow gold
Pulled out of the river
Angel’s hair for rope
Tried and sold on this edited tale
The sound that’s in sea shells all of it saved in takes

Broadened walls behind the spies
All the strangers battle cries
Are back to front, wrong to right
Nothing cradles you through all your crimes

You should be calling time
And bursting bubbles
But after all this time
You couldn’t care less

Hangs on a wire inside her lives in golden grass longer laughs
Let down your hair a blessed curse, can’t be worse, I’ll wear it well my

Golden bruise all in stride
It’s all frustrating you all these steps
Are back to front, wrong to right
Nothing cradles you, all this time you should’ve called…

You should be calling time
And bursting bubbles
If after all this time
You couldn’t care less



Lyrics submitted by Elective Amnesia, edited by NewPin

Gold Bruise song meanings
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