Golden Trial

In my mind we’re holding hands,

Oh it feels my heart

With nothing else but joy

And in my dreams I understand why you let me drown

Watching from the shore

And hold me, darling please hold me

We coud be holy

And I’m drawn to your shrine

For a golden trial

So what am I

But a drunken child?

And I will burn my tears in alcohol

For fire is a window to your soul

And if a spoon of sugar could bring it all

Back to before the show

And hold me, darling please hold me

We coud be holy

And I’m drawn to your shrine

For a golden trial

So what am I