[Verse 1] Daylight comes in gold and reckless, too bright to leave the shadows where they are. There’s a sweetness almost past believing, something wild beneath the calm. The cracks in ordinary— I can almost see straight through them from here. Your eyes, black with all that light between us, and the rest just disappears. [Chorus] Oh, the beautiful high, gold in the air, black in your eyes— I could laugh, I could cry, I could lose every word in the beautiful high. So much pleasure it changes the picture, turns the familiar strange in my sight. Oh, the beautiful high— gold in the air, black in your eyes. [Verse 2] There’s a kind of gorgeous inattention, where a thought can rise and never quite arrive. Something funny flickers at the surface, then your eyes— and never mind. The air has that impossible richness, every colour almost more than colour now. And your body, warm and close behind me— no. I don’t want language for this. [Chorus] Oh, the beautiful high, gold in the air, black in your eyes— I could laugh, I could cry, I could lose every word in the beautiful high. So much pleasure it changes the picture, turns the familiar strange in my sight. Oh, the beautiful high— gold in the air, black in your eyes. [Bridge] Maybe this is where words fail beautifully— halfway into saying what I mean. Gold in the air. Black in your eyes. You know what I mean. [Instrumental] [Final Chorus] Oh, the beautiful high, gold in the air, black in your eyes— laughing and crying and neither one matters, both of them perfectly right. The cracks in ordinary— just enough to let this through. Oh, the beautiful high. Black in your eyes. Gold everywhere.
