Written in Gold

I feel the devil in my hands
Sow wild oats
Ah
I feel the sour in my lands
Reaping my own
Ah

As I find pictures of her mother,
My image of her,
Another her, a younger her
Untimeliness this is

Whatever is untold, is it written in gold?
Whether our gods are stones, is it written in gold?
Of course your whereabouts are unknown

You think that you have had enough
They're slowing you down
Remember this ain't done
When they stop, you run

He's never gonna change
No, and neither will you
And even if you did
Either way you lose

Whatever I did, whatever's untold
Nothing's written in gold
Whether our gods are made out of stone
Nothing's written in gold
Of course your whereabouts are unknown

No going back, no going back now
A few regrets, it's for the best if
This is the end, then it's the end
And I've gave of myself enough
To be concerned about it

That's what I thought I'm somebody, yeah
One calls me hot, one calls me ugly
And I cannot hold back this lovely smile
Across my face from showing

Whatever I did
Whatever's untold
And where are these gods
No, nothing's written in gold

No matter what I say in line
You can say it's bound to blow
I've seen it in your ways downtown
Ain't a hurricane day my way

Nothing over 300 except
Debatably my car and my phone,
It's pretty much all what I really own

The water is cold and warm, it's hard to know
The clouds above it are telling me there's more

And I don't care where you go now anymore