About Golden Years

Sometimes it's hard to make those noises disappear.
Inside my head, behind my eyes, between my ears.
You try to tell me it's delusion and plain fear.
I close my eyes and just pretend i didn't hear.

And i try.
Yes i try.
And i try so hard.
Time goes by,
Yes it flies when you try to catch a star.

I hate it when i'm sober and i love it when i'm drunk.
Everything is deadly, you get cancer in the sun.
I hear his voice and it is cigarettes and tears.
He is the thin, white duke singing about golden years

And i try.
Yes i try.
And i try so hard.
Time goes by,
Yes it flies when you try to catch a star.