Glass into Gold-Shelter Point

Look here like clear time The thought of you is hard for me The way you linger, you're hovering, you're in my skin The way you quiver, you're spitting out orbit your figure Voice and thought My shaking hands turn glass into gold My shaking hands turn glass into gold My shaking hands turn glass into gold My shaking hands turn glass into gold Call me when you're fading To pick me up and it's high as f**k I'm feeling lazy, my arms are weak and my head is soar I'm looking over the walls are aching, edges aching It loves me down My shaking hands turn glass into gold My shaking hands turn glass into gold My shaking hands turn glass into gold My shaking hands turn glass into gold