Golden Age - TV on The Radio

Written by：David Sitek/Gerard A. Smith/Jaleel Bunton/Kyp Malone/Tunde Adebimpe

Heart beat sounding

Ricocheting in their cage

Thought I'd lose my balance

With the grounds bounce and sway

And all this violence

And all this goes away

And the vibes that rise like

Fireflies illuminate our play

Some light being

Pulled you up from night's party

Said clap your hands

If you think your soul is free

And the silence was astounding

'Kept some oh Lord Mercy Me's

And oh you can't stop what's coming up

You're never going to stop going to live it up

And oh it's going to drop going to fill your cup

And oh it's going to drop to the

The age of miracles

The age of sound

Well there's a Golden Age

Coming round coming round coming round

Give it up

'Stead of grabbing for decay

What we viewed as gold

I believe pollutes this space

And its grace ascending

Like a snake up your tree

Up your happy ending understanding

All your supposed to be

Let it move right in

Let it kiss your face

Let it sow your skin

In perpetual embrace

Like I said Love's Light is Laughter

Like the sun spitting happiness into the hereafter

Oh here it comes like a natural disaster

Ah blowing up like a ghetto blaster

Ah here it comes bring it faster

Ah here it comes

The age of miracles

The age of sound

Well there's a Golden Age

Coming round coming round coming round

Love don't you falter

Burning hearts

Dragged behind

The horses dancing on the altar

Hooves breaking Gods

To diamond dust and stars

And there you are

Now we're all allowed to breathe

Walls dissolve

With the hunger and the greed

Move your body

You've got all you need

And your arms in the air stir a sea of stars

And oh here it comes and it's not so far

All light beings

Come on now make haste

Clap your hands

If you think you're in the right place

Thunder all surrounding

Aw feel it quake with the joy resounding

Palm to the palm you can feel it pounding

Never give it up you can feel it mounting

Oh it's going to drop going to fill your cup and

Oh it's going to drop going to fill your cup

The age of miracles

The age of sound

Well there's a Golden Age

Coming round coming round coming round

The age of miracles

The age of sound

Well there's a Golden Age

Coming round coming round coming round