Golden Songtext
von The Boy Who Trapped the Sun

Oooooooooh
Oooooooooh
Home is
Where you lay your head
My head
Lies between the cracks
Red lines
Lead to wasted days
Maybe I′m better
Put to longer days
Oooooooooh
The cities not a home
But it's somewhere to get lost
Baby
I′m lying to myself
I'm not a grafter
I'm not a man of earth I have a habit
It′s a full-time occupation
′Cause the grass is always greener
When you can't see the garden
Oooooooooh
The cities not a home
But it′s somewhere to get lost
Oooooooooh
The cities not a home
But it's somewhere to get lost
I spent my life
Watching other people
Have a life
I spent my life
Watching other people
Have a life