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“Gold Hour”
Taxi glass and tower signs, midnight painted chrome
Everybody chasing something, nobody feels home
Pocket full of promises, shoes full of dust
How much does a dream cost when you pay it all with trust?
He said, “Kid, I got a shortcut, I can put you on the screen
I can make your name familiar, make your numbers climb and gleam”
I was twenty, broke, and restless, heart too loud to hear the cracks
Signed my nights into a contract, signed my future off the map
Now the mirrors in the penthouse never show me like before
I got silk around my shoulders, got a lock on every door
Got applause that sounds like thunder, got champagne that tastes like smoke
Got a thousand people cheering and a voice inside me choked
Every ladder has a height
Every deal has hidden knives
Every coin can buy a chain
Every spotlight casts a stain
This city takes a little, then it takes a little more
This city calls it glory while it keeps a private score
I got gold on my wrist and a hole in my chest
I got crowds in my ear but no peace in my rest
This city takes a little, then it takes a little more
Till you can’t tell your own heart from the echo on the floor
I met an old friend near the station, worn-out denim, honest eyes
He said, “You used to sing for daylight, now you sing to survive”
I laughed it off, changed the subject, tipped too much and looked away
But his words stayed like a heartbeat I could never outrun, night to day
Manager keeps my calendar packed like concrete in the rain
“Smile wider, sleep later, don’t let silence hit your brain”
So I dance where cameras find me, do the script they wrote in red
And count the cracks across the ceiling in a room that costs a bed
Every favor leaves a mark
Every party ends in dark
Every rise can lose the ground
If you trade your truest sound
This city takes a little, then it takes a little more
This city calls it glory while it keeps a private score
I got gold on my wrist and a hole in my chest
I got crowds in my ear but no peace in my rest
This city takes a little, then it takes a little more
Till you can’t tell your own heart from the echo on the floor
Tonight I left my pass at the backstage gate
Walked ten blocks slow with the night air late
No driver, no bodyguard, no scripted line
Just a quiet corner diner and a piece of my time
I called my mother, heard her laugh through tears
She said, “Come home for Sunday, don’t wait years”
So I turned my ring around, hid the name
And remembered who I was before the fame
No more glitter if it costs my skin
No more winning if I never win
No more drowning in a polished glass
I want real love that lasts and lasts
This city takes a little, then it takes a little more
This city calls it glory while it keeps a private score
I got gold on my wrist but I’m learning what’s best
Leave the noise at the door, bring my soul back to rest
This city takes a little, then it takes a little more
But tonight I choose my own heart over all of this for sure
(Repeat chorus with layered harmonies)
Taxi glass and morning light, first train heading home
Everybody chasing something — I choose to be my own
