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