Goldrush

Sickly sweet
Sure is sour
Stuck on repeat
Hour after hour
She's cold to touch
But I'm warm when I'm with her
Comfort or crutch
Stocking filler

Don't beat yourself up
Too much
There's no buzz like a
Goldrush

Goldrush

I call her up
3 o'clock in the morning
To fall in love
Or feel like I'm falling
Once you taste it
You can't escape it

Don't beat yourself up
Too much
There's no buzz like a
Goldrush

Don't beat yourself up
Too much
There's no buzz like a
Goldrush

Goldrush

Apocalyptic wasteland
English weather to every summer plan
God our future's bleak
I wish we were 17 again

Don't beat yourself up
Too much
There's no buzz like a
Goldrush

Don't beat yourself up
Too much
There's no buzz like a
Goldrush

Goldrush



Credits
Writer(s): Charles Oliver James Fitzgerald-barron, Rhian Williams, Paul James Hopkins
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