Gold Is The Ultimate Silence
Your pocket life slipped through their hands
They dragged us down, the living hate
Pack your momento, the world dies in perpetual reasoning we don't ask why
You took your life oh hungry one. A telephone that needs no dime
Tossed and liberated distant sounds. Did you waste your time on running wild?
Please don't send Sasha home tonight to an endless social device
Where we'll embrace the silvery stars, reduced orchestras & flat packed lunches
Please don't send Sasha home tonight
Where there are good things and the sky's our tide
The fight's not over until we try. Oh oh oh
You broke the spell of perfection. No need for talk, fucking listen
Stash away the tabloid fake innocence, open wide awake now stupid herd
Please don't send Sasha home tonight to an endless social device
Where we'll embrace the silvery stars, reduced orchestras & flat packed lunches
Please don't send Sasha home tonight
Where there are good things and the sky's our tide
The fight's not over until we try. Oh oh oh
A minute of sickness, a note on the door
The stars of galaxies that rule
We all take a number to our lives' despair & vivid lights destroy
Please don't send Sasha home tonight to an endless social device
Where we'll embrace the silvery stars, reduced orchestras & flat packed lunches
Please don't send Sasha home tonight
Where there are good things and the sky's our tide
The fight's not over until we die. Oh oh oh
Your pocket life slipped through their hands
They dragged us down, the living hate
Pack your momento, the world dies in perpetual reasoning we don't ask why
You took your life oh hungry one. A telephone that needs no dime
Tossed and liberated distant sounds. Did you waste your time on running wild?
Please don't send Sasha home tonight to an endless social device
Where we'll embrace the silvery stars, reduced orchestras & flat packed lunches
Please don't send Sasha home tonight
Where there are good things and the sky's our tide
The fight's not over until we try. Oh oh oh
You broke the spell of perfection. No need for talk, fucking listen
Stash away the tabloid fake innocence, open wide awake now stupid herd
Please don't send Sasha home tonight to an endless social device
Where we'll embrace the silvery stars, reduced orchestras & flat packed lunches
Please don't send Sasha home tonight
Where there are good things and the sky's our tide
The fight's not over until we try. Oh oh oh
A minute of sickness, a note on the door
The stars of galaxies that rule
We all take a number to our lives' despair & vivid lights destroy
Please don't send Sasha home tonight to an endless social device
Where we'll embrace the silvery stars, reduced orchestras & flat packed lunches
Please don't send Sasha home tonight
Where there are good things and the sky's our tide
The fight's not over until we die. Oh oh oh
Your pocket life slipped through their hands
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Writer(s): Ritchie Ho
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