Gold

you cannot see the love within me rise
though it soars above us both tonight
I could change, make a face, and grow my eyes
does it mean anything at all, who's right?

we both gave away those dreams we liked
try counting those methods designed for flight

though gold does fall to lesser men than I (than I)
and gold don't measure my brother, J, and I
and all the losers too, and all those connected to you

you sensing restlessness within these eyes
I deny feeling pushed away this night
you could change, turn a phrase, quiet my fright
do you mean to say this is all just fine

we both gave away those dreams we liked
try counting those vices designed for flight

though gold does fall to lesser men than I (than I)
and gold don't measure my brother, J, and I
and all the losers too, and all those connected to you

we both gave away those dreams we liked
try counting those methods designed for flight