Keys Songtext
von The Age of Electric

Oh, I′m sitting on a goldmine
But I can't afford to pay attention
I′ve had a lot of boats just float away
But I don't mind treading in the ocean
For now I'm sitting on a goldmine

Ditch my motto o′ moderation
Oh, I don′t plan anything
Walked up to the tracks to stretch my legs
I jumped on that slow train

To be the beat inside your pounding belief
To be the architecht of your face and feet
To see the reason we rhyme, we rhyme and read
To be nineteen

The keys are in the ignition
The keys are in the ignition
And the door is always open
Open


I'm just sitting on this goldmine
You thought I was sitting on a heap of dirty dirt
Turns out I was carrying around the mineral rights
But I′m still sitting on this goldmine

I get a funny twitchy feeling
Whenever I see that gold train go by
Whenever I hear that slow train go by

To be the beat inside your pounding belief
To be the architecht of your face and feet
To see the reason we rhyme, we rhyme and read
To be nineteen
To be nineteen

The keys are in the ignition
The keys are in the ignition
And the door is always open
Open
Open

The keys are in the ignition
The keys are in the ignition
And the door is always open
Open


The door is always open
Open
Open
Open