“Gold Dust"
Break the Chains, Album No. 2, 2018

(Verse 1)
I held it close, thought it would stay,
But time has a way of slipping away.
Moments like whispers, they fade so fast,
Like grains of gold dust I couldn’t grasp.
You were the light, the warmth, the glow,
But even the brightest stars let go.
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(Pre-Chorus)
Every laugh, every tear, every fleeting high,
Now they drift like shadows in the sky.
I reach for them, but they won’t stay,
Just gold dust in the wind, blown away.
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(Chorus)
It’s gold dust slipping through my hands,
A fleeting touch, a love that won’t land.
Shining bright, but it won’t hold,
A beautiful moment, a story untold.
Gold dust falling through the cracks,
I can’t keep it, I can’t take it back.
A glimmer, a glow, a memory that fades,
Gold dust, lost in the haze.
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(Verse 2)
I still feel the echo, the warmth on my skin,
Like a fire that burned but couldn’t begin.
Every promise we made, every song we sang,
Now they’re just whispers, a bell that rang.
I thought I could catch it, hold it tight,
But love like this dissolves in the night.
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(Pre-Chorus)
I try to hold on, but the wind pulls away,
Leaving me standing in the dust of yesterday.
The harder I try, the less I can see,
It’s gold dust slipping right through me.
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(Chorus)
It’s gold dust slipping through my hands,
A fleeting touch, a love that won’t land.
Shining bright, but it won’t hold,
A beautiful moment, a story untold.
Gold dust falling through the cracks,
I can’t keep it, I can’t take it back.
A glimmer, a glow, a memory that fades,
Gold dust, lost in the haze.
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(Bridge)
I watched it shine, I watched it fall,
Like a wave that breaks, like a distant call.
You can’t keep the wind, you can’t hold the rain,
It’s all gold dust slipping away again.
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(Chorus)
It’s gold dust slipping through my hands,
A fleeting touch, a love that won’t land.
Shining bright, but it won’t hold,
A beautiful moment, a story untold.
Gold dust falling through the cracks,
I can’t keep it, I can’t take it back.
A glimmer, a glow, a memory that fades,
Gold dust, lost in the haze.
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(Outro)
It’s gold dust, shining and gone,
A fleeting dream I’m still holding on.
Gold dust… lost in the haze.







