Golden

It is gold, it is golden

The hearts that we wear

 

And silver is our pride

With silver coins we pay the price

 

What colour match your eyes?

 

We crave the gold, the golden hearts

Then give them up for silver cause the price was too high

 

Our beautiful little issues

The little patience that exists within us

 

Beauty in the eyes of the beholder

 

Shower me, shower me

In trouble

 

The best kind

The kind that grows on you

 

We’re trouble aren’t we all

 

So, trouble

That’s what you are

 

Troubling my life

What little peace I had

 

I do not even want

 

I’m dying

Without that gold

 

I’m dying

Without that gold

 

I’m dying

Without that gold

 

No silver can replace it

No silver can come close to it

 

The sun coloured gold

I’m dying without it

 

When you got a glimpse of it

Everything else disappears

 

I’m dying

Without it

 

I’m dying

Without it

 

I’m dying

Without it

 

It is gold, it is golden

The hearts that we wear

 

Our naked golden hearts