These Golden Days
So now I wear my reading glasses when I decide to shave
But I see myself much better now than in my younger days
Some people are obsessed with time
Cause it rains on their parade
Oh but Time is just a silver thread
Woven through these Golden Days
I used to know a woman, she proclaimed that she loved her man
I said No, you love the idea; more but she didn't understand
She imagined love like a velvet glove, that takes all the pain away:
Ah but Love is just a Silver thread
Woven through these Golden Days...
These Golden Days are all we have, between the cracks of now and then,
Every Hero, Every Villain, has a beginning, and an end
So light a fire and throw your
preconceptions, and throw them onto the flame
You got nothing but your Birthday Suit
In these Golden Days...
I met a guinine celebrity his ambition was his jail
And every day he locked himself inside a fantastic FairyTale
And he thought of fame like a
palckend teen headed out to the last hurray
Ah but Fame, is just a silver thread, Woven through these Golden Days
A gambler and a priest were paying stud one rainy day
The gambler bet with his heart and his
soul and the Priest counted cards like faith
He raised his eyes
So the Gambler raised his stakes
Saying Faith! Is just a silver thread,
Woven through the Golden Days
These Golden Days, are all we have, between the cracks of now and then
Every King, Every Joker, has a beginning and and end
So light a fire, and take your preconceptions
And throw them onto the blaze
You got nothing but your Birthday suit, in these Golden Days
So when the song is over, and the last chord shimmers and dies
I a way through darkened streets
To lay me down in the strange sheets
Turned my face towards the dawn
And another Golden Day...
Cause the future lies before us as the Past slips clean away
All the fast roads and the back roads
Stretched between the Hurricaine
All the things we wished we'd never done
And the love we hoped would stay
Ah, regret is just a silver thread
Woven through these golden days
These Golden Days, are all we have, between the cracks of now and then
Every star, every wanna-be has a beginning and an end
So light a fire with all your preconceptions
And throw them onto the blaze
You got nothing but your Birthday suit, in these Golden Days
Llight a fire, take your preconceptions and throw them onto the blaze,
You got nothing but your Birthday Suit,
In these Gold
But I see myself much better now than in my younger days
Some people are obsessed with time
Cause it rains on their parade
Oh but Time is just a silver thread
Woven through these Golden Days
I used to know a woman, she proclaimed that she loved her man
I said No, you love the idea; more but she didn't understand
She imagined love like a velvet glove, that takes all the pain away:
Ah but Love is just a Silver thread
Woven through these Golden Days...
These Golden Days are all we have, between the cracks of now and then,
Every Hero, Every Villain, has a beginning, and an end
So light a fire and throw your
preconceptions, and throw them onto the flame
You got nothing but your Birthday Suit
In these Golden Days...
I met a guinine celebrity his ambition was his jail
And every day he locked himself inside a fantastic FairyTale
And he thought of fame like a
palckend teen headed out to the last hurray
Ah but Fame, is just a silver thread, Woven through these Golden Days
A gambler and a priest were paying stud one rainy day
The gambler bet with his heart and his
soul and the Priest counted cards like faith
He raised his eyes
So the Gambler raised his stakes
Saying Faith! Is just a silver thread,
Woven through the Golden Days
These Golden Days, are all we have, between the cracks of now and then
Every King, Every Joker, has a beginning and and end
So light a fire, and take your preconceptions
And throw them onto the blaze
You got nothing but your Birthday suit, in these Golden Days
So when the song is over, and the last chord shimmers and dies
I a way through darkened streets
To lay me down in the strange sheets
Turned my face towards the dawn
And another Golden Day...
Cause the future lies before us as the Past slips clean away
All the fast roads and the back roads
Stretched between the Hurricaine
All the things we wished we'd never done
And the love we hoped would stay
Ah, regret is just a silver thread
Woven through these golden days
These Golden Days, are all we have, between the cracks of now and then
Every star, every wanna-be has a beginning and an end
So light a fire with all your preconceptions
And throw them onto the blaze
You got nothing but your Birthday suit, in these Golden Days
Llight a fire, take your preconceptions and throw them onto the blaze,
You got nothing but your Birthday Suit,
In these Gold
Credits
Writer(s): Stephen Fearing
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