Golden

Waking up stone cold

Thinking bout those old

February dreams

Thinking bout you and me

Once we were neighbors

Now we’re like strangers and you don’t come around anymore

Still I see your shape at the door

And now I sit and wait for the day I hear the sound

Of your voice saying “son, would you open up for goodness sake”

Cause you colour me golden

You colour me golden

You colour me golden

You were my painter

Weaving my shades like currents of sea

More than a work of art I was your masterpiece

Until I terrorized it and I made a mess of me

And I let it be you could see, see it in the lines

That I, I wasn’t made for myself and I knew it well

Cause you colour me golden

You colour me golden

You colour me golden

Colour me golden

Golden

Colour me golden 'til I’m gold