Dead! - The Golden Age of Not Even Trying

'll jump in the sea
Wearing all of my clothes
I'll swim out from this red patch
to the pier and its old bones
The tide will sweep me out
i'll swim back to land
i'll walk through this old valley
and smile as i stand

We can stay here and sing songs for better days
We can stay here and we won't fade away
How could you ever deny it
The golden age of not even trying.

I miss the old man
Who played harmonica on the street
He played it with such character
these days thats rare to see
Its rare to be an artist.
Its rare to have a cause.
Its rare to stand by anything we say,
these days we are all whores.

There’s a head in the water
There’s someone at sea
I shouldn't waste my time personifying
these damn waves as they are trying
Its our golden age.

We can stay here and sing songs for better days
We can stay here and we won't fade away
How could you ever deny it
The golden age of not even trying.