Gold Songtext
von TALKING VIOLET
Gold Songtext
The sky is made of gold
And I′m too scared to reach for it
I'm tired, I′m growing old
Don't be modest, I can handle it
Touch my eyes, that's what it′s like when nobody′s listening
I can't get off my feet, even for a bite to eat
I′ll never write a song like that
I'll never have to feel that
That bad
And I′m too scared to reach for it
I'm tired, I′m growing old
Don't be modest, I can handle it
Touch my eyes, that's what it′s like when nobody′s listening
I can't get off my feet, even for a bite to eat
I′ll never write a song like that
I'll never have to feel that
That bad
Writer(s): Jay Turnbull, Jeremie Brousseau, Jill Goyeau, Nate Blackton Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
