A piece of sugarcane ash sticks to my skin
As another piece falls into the ocean
Black ribbons fall twisting from a sweet golden cloud
As the sun now be setting through it well I find myself thinking aloud
These days are golden. These amazing moments just keep unfolding.
Well these days are golden, golden, golden. Let go of all I'm holding onto.
Yeah well I caught my reflection in a rock pool at low tide.
Just like the fish in there, well, nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide.
I lay in the stillness. I just drift and glide.
I'm feeling good things are coming and I just got to wait
And swim away with the rising tide.
These days are golden, golden, golden.
I let go of all I'm holding onto.
Yeah these days are golden, golden, golden.
These amazing moments just keep unfolding. Let them flow.
Yessah well moment to moment now I flow on to the next.
Well life is so simple please don't make it complex
I fill my half full glass with a new context
Now it's overflowing now with a meniscus convex.
Poetic licensees yes we rhyme with ease,
Opening doors of perception ‘cause you know we got the keys universal
In the moment no rehearsal these thoughts on the airwaves like seed dispersal.
Fly, fly on. Fly on. Fly, fly on. Fly on.
These days are golden, golden, golden.
I just let go of all I'm holding onto. Yeah hey.
Well these days are golden, golden, golden.
These amazing moments just keep unfolding.