Yellow Like Gold Songtext
von Chamberlain

Frail like dreams
I had crossed a thought, thin line I′d never seen
I know that dreams turn nails to leaves
And this deceiver is someone I can't keep at bay


So I blame me whenever I let my ghost stray
I blame the honest man with his heart in his hand
And I come harboring secrets in the night knowing
That beneath this skin lies a man waiting to come alive

This is the sound thoughts make like ballads from the barrel of a gun
And I at my sky blue, trades fade back to where I came from
I blame the honest man with his heart in his hand