___New Composition #547 x Spinning Golden Threads (Mashup)

[instrumental] [singer B] I carry a pocket full of promises and everyday charms, Whispering to the wind to guide me to your waiting arms. I trace the ink of morning papers, seeking what the stars foresee, Hoping a stray line of a horoscope brings you closer to me. A rusted horseshoe guards my door, catching the twilight gleam, Because I am finally ready to wake up from this lonely dream. [transition] [singer B] Oh, I’m spinning gold from ordinary threads of fate, Leaving breadcrumbs on the path so you won't be late. Every superstition is a prayer in disguise, Looking for the day I see my forever in your eyes. Until the stars align and the quiet spaces heal, I’ll keep believing in a love that hasn’t yet become real. [melodic interlude] [singer B] No more tracing distant wishing stars across the midnight universe, No more wondering if this patient, lonely waiting is a curse. Oh, I’m spinning gold from ordinary threads of fate, Leaving breadcrumbs on the path so you won't be late. Every superstition is a prayer in disguise, Looking for the day I see my forever in your eyes. Until the stars align and the quiet spaces heal, I’ll keep believing in a love that hasn’t yet become real. [outro] Just a pocket full of promises under the fading light, A horseshoe on the doorframe, a clover in the night. The pathway is ready, the stars have said their piece, And this lonely heart has finally found its sweet release.