In the city of gold
In the city of gold
mouths droop from the boughs
and ripe songs fall to the earth
and sing for thousands of winding miles.
In the city of gold
every time you open your hands from prayer
a golden eagle opens into the night.
In the city of gold
children follow breadcrumbs into the forest
and baying dogs pierce the night.
In the city of gold
there are only lies
and truth is fucking up in some other town.