Parquet Courts - Live at the 100 Club 2013 

Light Up Gold II
Twice an era comes a knock at my door
Suspended in a window-crashing gaze of a poor
spark of recognition It's the thrill that dies first,
but I can think of something worse: the curse, the curse
Light up gold was the color of something I was looking for
Light up gold was the color of something I was looking for
Steady was the pace kept in that tear-leaking sway
Sifting like a miner through the conscience debris
Hunched down, gleaning embers from a burning field
Trying to find something warm and real
Cause light up gold was the color of something I was looking for
Light up gold was the color of something I was looking for
Yeah light up gold was the color of something I was looking for
Light up gold was the color of something I was looking for