Marty Willson - Staring At The Gun

In your blood
There's a vein of gold
If I could
Undo heaven's hold
On your maps
Air on the moon
Your midnight comes at noon


Eyes blind
Staring at the sun
White light Waiting
For the end to come


I am glass
You see through me
Gliding past
Beauty waves you on
If you choose
All those colours
Kill your lovers now