Lyrics Solace . - Nikko Gray

All of these words used to mean so much to me
Running down the curves of
My body
Everybody seems to crave some ecstasy now
It all depends on how I′m giving in to me
Warrior
Worrier

Hold on
Don't lose yourself
Bold one
You choose your help
Golden
Gold is the goal of the seen
(Goat of the sea)

And even when I′m sailing
Hand in pen, and how she bleeds
Smooth like a fountain underneath
All of these notes that you have given me
All of these things that I've kept
To myself

Hold on

Hold on
Golden
Go on

Gold is the land of the free
Bold is the goal of the seed

Gold is the land of the tree
Told is the land of the free
Hold on Golden
Oh

Solace
Firm belief in the tree
You choose your wealth

Gold
Land of the free
Plan of the dream

Silence
The
Land
Of
The
Sea