Revivalists, The - Gold To Glass Lyrics






This is the final come and go
I keep fighting faith cuz I don't wanna know
On this eve in fall, lights shining over
She's colder than she would show
I guess I'll just take the pill
And fall into the meadow
This isn't who I am I'm a soldier with a medal

All my gold turned to glass
And now I'm breathing fast
I need someone to help these hard times pass
All my gold turned to glass
And now I'm breathing fast
I need someone to help these hard times pass
Find someone to help these hard times pass

So let me put my costume on
I've gone a million miles
With the same crooked smile
And I always give you all you need
But I can see that you're dancing with the devil
So I hope you brought your shovel
You won't get what you need
If you're not down on his level
And it's okay just a little mischief
Hotel rooms were made for this
I've got you open like a butterfly
Inside you made my soul cry
All day all night for my lifetime
Just a little mischief, mischief

All my gold turned to glass
And now I'm breathing fast
I need someone to help these hard times pass
All my gold turned to glass
And now I'm breathing fast
I need someone to help these hard times pass
Find someone
Find someone
Find someone to help your hard times pass
Find someone
I am someone
Find someone to help your hard times pass

All my gold turned to glass
And now I'm breathing fast
I need someone to help these hard times pass
All my gold turned to glass
And now I'm breathing fast
I need someone to help these hard times pass
Below my feet were steaming coals
And now I'm filled with holes
I need someone to help these hard times pass
If all your gold turns to glass
They find you breathing fast
I am someone to help your hard times pass
Find someone
Find someone
Find someone to help your hard times pass
Find someone
I am someone
Find someone to help your hard times pass





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  1. R.... B....

    i just realized that more than 50% of youtube channels in a normal youtube comment section have either no content, no subscribers, or not a lot on either of those. damn. not trying to be offensive but still. damn.

  2. n.... ....

    Great band

  3. M.... V....

    feel like this song is about drug use, makes sense

    M.... V....

    Its about an ex military veteran who learned the truth of war.

  4. C.... B....

    Is this justin beiberer? Cuz WOW this sucks.

    C.... B....

    Criticalz Billz 1 learn how to spell 2 fuck off

    C.... B....

    you spelled bieber wrong, and if you don't like it why listen. (i had to tell someone the same thing earlier. except they spelled chainsmokers wrong)

    C.... B....

    Your spellings worse than your IQ bitch fuck off

    C.... B....

    Damn you need to calm the FUCK down. Mumble rap loveing bitch. Iliterate ass.

    C.... B....

    @Phil Swift wow so rude to deserving and trying artists

  5. r.... ....

    All my gold turned to glass

  6. S.... ....

    Love this song! Great lyrics.... Amazing music....Gold

  7. J.... C....

    This is the final come and go
    I keep fighting faith cuz I don’t wanna know
    On this eve in fall, lights shining over
    She’s colder than she would show
    I guess I’ll just take the pill
    And fall into the meadow
    This isn’t who I am I’m a soldier with a medal

    All my gold turned to glass
    And now I’m breathing fast
    I need someone to help these hard times pass
    All my gold turned to glass
    And now I’m breathing fast
    I need someone to help these hard times pass
    Find someone to help these hard times pass

    So let me put my costume on
    I’ve gone a million miles
    With the same crooked smile
    And I always give you all you need
    But I can see that you’re dancing with the devil
    So I hope you brought your shovel
    You won’t get what you need
    If you’re not down on his level
    And it’s okay just a little mischief
    Hotel rooms were made for this
    I’ve got you open like a butterfly
    Inside you made my soul cry
    All day all night for my lifetime
    Just a little mischief, mischief

    All my gold turned to glass
    And now I’m breathing fast
    I need someone to help these hard times pass
    All my gold turned to glass
    And now I’m breathing fast
    I need someone to help these hard times pass
    Find someone
    Find someone
    Find someone to help your hard times pass
    Find someone
    I am someone
    Find someone to help your hard times pass

    All my gold turned to glass
    And now I’m breathing fast
    I need someone to help these hard times pass
    All my gold turned to glass
    And now I’m breathing fast
    I need someone to help these hard times pass
    Below my feet were steaming coals
    And now I’m filled with holes
    I need someone to help these hard times pass
    If all your gold turns to glass
    They find you breathing fast
    I am someone to help your hard times pass
    Find someone
    Find someone
    Find someone to help your hard times pass
    Find someone
    I am someone
    Find someone to help your hard times pass

    J.... C....

    Thanks for adding the lyrics man!