Gold

The sky is made of gold
And I'm too scared to reach for it
I'm tired, I'm growing old
Don't be modest, I can handle it

Touch my eyes, that's what it's like when nobody's listening
I can't get off my feet, even for a bite to eat
I'll never write a song like that
I'll never have to feel that
That bad



Credits
Writer(s): Jay Turnbull, Jeremie Brousseau, Jill Goyeau, Nate Blackton
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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