Testo Golden Hour

Sun dipped halfway behind the ridges
In the golden hour
Forming a fiery amber sky
Reflected on the lake below

On a chase after something vanished
A sense of childlike wonder
We threw our clothes off by the road And then we headed to the shore

Running to the water
Sand between our toes
Grab my hand and hold your
Breath before we go under

I don't know what's below the surface
Of these silent waters
Still I can't wait to reach the lake
And take a leap of faith with you

Running to the water
Sand between our toes
Grab my hand and hold your Breath before we go under
Jumping off together
The water ain't that cold
Grab my hand and hold your
Breath before we go under