Gold

if i felt as good as you
i would take to wearing gold
if i knew the things you do
i wouldn’t dread this getting old
no it doesn’t take a genius
to get where you’re coming from
oh this heart that i’ve neglected
it could sing a different song
your eyes full of sullen wisdom
full of sorrow for my failures
your head full of blissful boredom
you’ve given up on my troubles
no it doesn’t take a genius
to get where you’re coming from
but this heart that i’ve neglected
it won’t sing a different song