Golden Days
PANIC! AT THE DISCO · Death Of A Bachelor 2016 · Track 08 of 11
Written by Brendon Urie, Jake Sinclair, Sam Hollander
I found a pile of Polaroids In the crates of a record shop They were sexy-sexy looking back From a night that time forgot Mhmm
Boy he was something debonair in 1979 And she had Farrah Fawcett hair Carafes of blood red wine Mhmm
In the summertime, in the summertime
Oh don't you wonder when the light begins to fade? And the clock just makes the colors turn to grey Forever younger growing older just the same All the mem'ries that we make will never change We'll stay drunk, we'll stay tan, let the love remain And I swear that I'll always paint you
Golden days, golden days Golden days, golden days
I bet they met some diplomats on Bianca Jagger's new yacht With their caviar and dead cigars The air was sauna hot Mhmm
I bet they never even thought about The glitter dancing on the skin The decades might've washed it out As the flashes popped like pins Mhmm
In the summertime, in the summertime
Oh don't you wonder when the light begins to fade? And the clock just makes the colors turn to grey Forever younger growing older just the same All the mem'ries that we make will never change We'll stay drunk, we'll stay tan, let the love remain And I swear that I'll always paint you
Golden days, golden days Golden days, golden days
Time can never break your heart But it'll take the pain away Right now our future's certain I won't let it fade away
Golden days, golden days Golden days, golden days
Golden days, golden days Golden days, golden days