Текст песни
Gold on the desk, dust in the air
Sunlight pressing the back of my chair
Four o'clock shadow, stretching so long
Half a song stuck on the tip of my tongue
Deadline's dead, the silence is deep
February hum the office won't keep
Cold wind biting the window glass
Golden minutes dripping like brass
Everything's glowing in amber and rust
Light cutting through all the noise and the dust
Shoulders sinking to the hundred-four beat
Warm patch crawling underneath my feet
Four PM Sunlight, washing the room
Yellow dust floating, sweeping the gloom
Got toegeun
Bass is swaying, keeping it slow
Got toegeun
Dust just drifts and I let it go
Four PM Sunlight, caught in a daze
Got toegeun
Coffee gone cold, steam long dead
Neck leaned back, ceiling overhead
Floating on chords like a leaf on the stream
Eyelids heavy, slipping in between
No filter on the light, raw gold on skin
Shadows lean long on the white wall thin
Fingers still warm from the keyboard heat
Clock hand melting, almost complete
Four PM Sunlight, washing the room
Yellow dust floating, sweeping the gloom
Got toegeun
Bass is swaying, keeping it slow
Got toegeun
Dust just drifts and I let it go
Four PM Sunlight, caught in a daze
Got toegeun
Close your eyes
Feel the patch of heat
Maybe this is the only honest hour
Maybe the sun came just for me
Don't move
Just let it land
Four PM Sunlight, washing the room
Yellow dust floating, sweeping the gloom
Got toegeun
Bass is swaying, keeping it slow
Got toegeun
Dust just drifts and I let it go
Four PM Sunlight, caught in a daze
Got toegeun
Yellow haze
Stay in the light