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)