I am on the run, from the men with the gun
I am on the run, I'll never be his son
Oh oh
I'm on the run from the men with the gun
And they're holding their weapons high
Nor brother nor son, doesn't think I'm the one
The royal heir
I set my sight on the things you got
Want the love and gold, want the highest spot
The empty call in my heart
Filled with your throne as you depart
Golden light
In my eyes
The king's daughter
Watch her rise
Watch her rise
From the ground
Watch her rise
Without a sound
Your child on trial for the things you did
All out of answers to your benefit
The solitude in my mind
Only needed your love but you left me behind
Golden light...
But you're in denial
Of the things you said
You left me here
You left me for dead
Golden light...
