The golden coloured liquid made me do this

Voices That Carry Me Home

Holy things that really matter
even the dreams seem to shatter
voices that carry me home
those confort whispers and I´ll never be alone

As one we fly
as one we lie
as one we cry
as one our lost souls die

Take my hand and I carry you home
with this humble bow and those clouds above within
..I apologise..my love