Gold Hand

I've held illusions in my eyes Shimmering to crack their demise I've laid a horcrux on my breast Softly vocalising it's theft It strokes my crown, it cuts me laissez-faire It makes me out, it shapes my shade so fair Tell me, how do you think it feels To be driven away from your own steering wheel? From your own steering wheel And I am calling Through time to the breaches To the breaches Through time Am calling And I I am cradled in my arms I am cradled in my arms I am cradled in my arms I am cradled in my arms I am cradled in my arms to the breaches I stand in my own way I'll let myself through when I'm done with the day A Gold Hand prompts me from behind But I'd never make it if the whole body was mine If the whole body was mine And I am falling Through time on soft beaches Beaches soft on Time through Falling am I and I am cradled in my arms I am cradled in my arms I am cradled in my arms I am cradled in my arms I am cradled in my arms on soft beaches