Bare feet on the pavement, still warm from the day
The sun is hanging low now, in that orange-rosé way
You're laughing at a story, I forgot I knew
And every single detail is painted in shades of you
We're chasing silhouettes down an empty avenue
Just a pair of golden hour ghosts, with nothing else to do
Yeah, nothing else to do
And oh, we're living on borrowed light
Setting fire to the fading night
Just a memory in fast forward, feeling so alive
Maybe we're just ghosts in the golden hour, learning how to thrive
Yeah, we're just ghosts in the golden hour, what a time to be alive
Polaroids are fading, tucked inside a book
I remember that one summer, the chances that we took
You were wearing that old t-shirt, the one with the faded band
Drawing constellations on the back of my hand
We're chasing silhouettes down an empty avenue
Just a pair of golden hour ghosts, with nothing else to do
Yeah, nothing else to do
And oh, we're living on borrowed light
Setting fire to the fading night
Just a memory in fast forward, feeling so alive
Maybe we're just ghosts in the golden hour, learning how to thrive
Yeah, we're just ghosts in the golden hour, what a time to be alive
The sky is turning purple, the first star says hello
And for a little moment, there's nowhere else to go
We know this feeling's fleeting, a beautiful mirage
But right now it is everything, written in the stars
Golden hour ghosts...
Yeah, we're just golden hour ghosts...
Fading into night...
