Golden Boy

Candlelights were burnin' and the mirrors were foggin' Baby, I've been here before it's hurtin' like Heaven Now I'm prayin' to a God that I don't even believe in That in the morning after you gone, ask to come again, gone, ask to come again I guess when you fly too close to the sun Though it's far gone, it's still burning you up Maybe I'm flying too close to the sun Looks can be deceiving though you say you're genuine Got your reasons, they don't rhyme, ain't that the way you win? Overthinking conversations that we never had And in the morning after you gone, I think I'm going mad, I think I'm going mad I guess when you fly too close to the sun Though it's far gone, it's still burning you up Maybe I'm flying too close to the sun How could it be that I'm high on cloud nine? Drunk on attention and you are my wine Maybe I'm flying too close to the sun How could it be that I'm high on cloud nine? Drunk on attention and you are my wine Maybe I'm flying too close to the sun I guess when you fly too close to the sun Though it's far gone, it's still burning you up Maybe I'm flying too close to the sun, sun