Christian Kjellvander - Process of Pyoneers Lyrics

You are not the gold that I thought that you were
You are something else altogether
You are not the gold that I thought that you were
You are something else altogether

It's a god it's a god it's a god and it acts like a mother
Everything forged will fail and if one god fails go find another
to worship through the hardship every hour of every single day
I would give you my last breath so don't give your lungs away

But if your words are not weighted not weighted by gold
they are vague as your story and vague as your soul
But if your words are not weighted not weighted by gold
they are light as your feathers and light as your soul

Fly away just fly away through the forests the trade winds blow mildly
I'll play a new rock'n'roll guitar and find god eventually
But every god is a chance every god is only a dream
But maybe every god is not just an idea

You are not the gold that I thought that you were
You are something else altogether
You are not the gold that I thought that you were
You are something else altogether

There are two kinds of faith maybe?
One you only have to believe
There are two kinds of love maybe?
One you only have to believe
There are two kinds of truth maybe?
One you only have to believe
There are two kinds of love maybe?
One you only have to believe