Midas Songtext
von Teresa Banks

This hand
Doesn′t turn things into gold anymore
It only destroys what it wills to hold
Turns them away
Poisons their soul
Spreads misery everywhere it goes...
Where it goes

So do what is right
And leave me behind
For the last time
Sing me to sleep on this bed of remorse I built


And now there's time before it′s changing
No, it's not enough
Now it's your turn to get away
Now it′s your turn to get away!

Lost what was mine
Turned it into coal
Touched it and never became gold
Lost what was mine
Turned it into coal
Touched it and never became gold

So do what is right
And leave me behind
No need to keep trying
No need to keep diggin out my soul
For the last time
Sing me to lay down on this bed of nails tonight