Golden Hour

We're on the martini
And a hundred pairs of red eyes
Have made another day
We went through the motions
And the cuts and the actions, I felt the work was okay
But mostly I'm remembering
The beauty of your brown eyes inviting December into May

Each day at Golden Hour I miss your face
I miss that soft and magic glow
Each day at Golden Hour I miss your face
But the setting sun's part of the show that helped us grow

Standing on a mountain
The sun is quickly sinking to sleep on yesterday
My mind is taking pictures
Even though they won't develop, I snap them anyway
I'll be back here tomorrow
With a hundred pairs of red eyes to put my heart on display

Each day at Golden Hour I miss your face
I miss that soft and magic glow
Each day at Golden Hour I miss your face
But the setting sun's part of the show that helped us grow

We're on the martini with a hundred frantic voices
Shouting that we can't delay
Their light is quickly fading
And they've gotta capture beauty before it gets away
I look into the eyes of the lover of the moment
That's how I earn my pay

Each day at Golden Hour I miss your face
And I miss shining like a knight
Each day at Golden Hour I miss your face
In the setting sun we lost our light
When we gained our sight