Golden

Here we go, brighter than heaven's glow Hotter than heathens Beauty queen, pray seven sisters keep My piston's beating I could speak into your lips, barely open trembling Blood that flows beneath your skin, it's golden Holy hell ophelia, underneath the sleeping stars Beauty rich as caviar, it's golden (It's golden) (It's golden) Yeah! Buttercup, I'd love to shoot you up Start the ignition Singing songs, but they're all dead and gone Just aparitions I could speak into your lips, dreaming of your fingertips Holy hell I'm jumping ship, it's golden Hold me close ophelia, undress under sleeping stars Beauty rich as caviar, it's golden (It's golden) (It's golden) (Ooh, ha) (Ooh, ha) (It's golden) (Ooh, ha) (Ooh, ha) (It's golden)