Golden

Hands of silk, eyes like the sea

Their face in the moon, echoing

How the shine of their golden things

Hold me down, haunt me

Fingers of sand, eyes, the ocean

Soul, the sun, her body, a potion

To convince myself, my dear

I'm the same as her

Baby have you lately

Thought of her like me

The wind is in her hair now

It's haunting me

I've seen a few things

It's been a few months

I'm still living in the boat

They flipped over and sunk

And it's emerald and precious and covered in rust

Oh it's a funny thing love, the concept of trust

Baby have you lately

Thought of her like me

The wind is in her hair now

It's haunting me