Gold Soundz

Go back to those gold sounds

And keep my advent to yourself

Because it's nothing I don't like

Is it a crisis or a boring change?

When it's central, so essential

It has a nice ring when you laugh

At the low-life opinions

And they're coming to the chorus now

I keep my address to yourself 'cause we need secrets

We need secret-cret-cret-cret-crets back right now

Because I never wanna make you feel

That you're social, never ignorant soul

Believe in what you wanna do

And do you think that is a major flaw

When they rise up in the falling rain?

And if you stay around with your knuckles ground down

The trial's over, the weapon's found

Keep my address to myself because it's secret

'Cause it's secret-cret-cret-cret-cret-cret-cret

'Cret-cret-cret-cret-cret-cret back right now

So drunk in the August sun

And you're the kind of girl I like

Because you're empty and I'm empty

And you can never quarantine the past

Did you remember in December

That I won't need you when I'm gone?

And if I go there, I won't stay there

Because I'm sitting here too long

I've been sitting here too long

And I've been wasted, advocating that word for the last word

Last words come up, all you've got to waste