Letra da Música Golden de The Boy Who Trapped The Sun

Took a shot at living just like everybody else,
I've got shirts and I've got shoes,
I've got things I love,
But not like you,
Not like you.

If we sat together perched like two red blinking birds,
And the last man standing at the end of the World,
Would you believe me,
If I said I was happy?

Overall, your smile,
Ain't what it used to be,
I have been told,
But, your creased lip is Golden.

My Father drills for oil in the middle of the ocean,
Everyday, so we can have a home to call our own,
We call him our own.
He has taught me well, and my Mother kept me going,
The information I have now, I will use, so we can be like them,
We can be like them.

Overall, your smile, ain't what it used to be,
I have been told,
But, your creased lip, is Golden.

Took a shot at living just like everybody else,
I've got shirts and I've got shoes,
I've got things I love,
But, not like you,
Not like you.

Overall, your smile, ain't what it used to be,
I have been told,
But, your creased lip is Golden.