Chris Porro - Real Gold lyrics

rate me

I don't know what to do with these girls anymore They have grown into women, and I'm still a boy tumble down, to the ground, dust myself off in real gold. And I read in a study that kids must grow old That they all leave the nursery, get bought and get sold. tumble down, to the ground, dust myself off in real gold. What was it you were heard constantly saying? You're always bored? Boring world entertain me! tumble down, to the ground, dust yourself off in real gold. Did you wait by the phone? Did you phone and hang up? Was I uniformed clueless? Or right to give up Guess I'll send out the cards For our formal demise But before I address them a favor from you… Tell me lies And I'm finding that time makes you seem like a saint And I'm finding that time made some sweetness of pain Still I tumble down, to the ground, dust myself off in real gold. I don't know what to do with these girls anymore They have grown into women, and I'm still a boy tumble down, to the ground, dust myself off in real gold. And I read in a study that kids must grow old That they all leave the nursery, get bought and get sold. tumble down, to the ground, dust myself off in real gold. Now I've said my good-byes And your riddens I've hailed As lovers or friends No matter we failed With parcels in hand The last verse no reprise But before I stop singing a favor from you… Tell me lies