Made of Gold Songtext

von November Növelet

I find myself in a frame of forgotten time
Related to someone somewhere afar
Sitting on a step
Taking a rest and time
Is come to count my days once more Sit beside me hold me tight tight
Sick i'm sick
Take a look at the secrets inside you
Feel the changes changes
Sought after
Fading fading
Blushing faces around to bless you

L find myself walking on a ceiling
It feels real
Blushing faces hold me close beside you
I'll fall it's the only thought on the way
Then the sun comes across our faces

Here the streets are made of gold
Here you never become old
Here once again you're a child
Here the flowers grow wild
Here the streets are made of gold
Here you never become old
I Here once again you're a child
Here the flowers grow wild