Gatsbys American Dream - Golden Ticket lyrics

rate me

Recieved news of your misfortune

And its scratching out my eyes, biting at my heart

But I've got something to offer

So this isnt a time to hide my hands

Still I hide my heart, still I hide my heart

This is where the rubber meets the road

Its where we forget our transgressions

And move on, ill carry you burden

For certain you have heard

Of hands that long for you to hold them

The ticket's golden, the ticket's golden

If you want to view paradise

Simply look around and view it

It's there that you will find me listening

(You can take tomorrow, dip it in a dream)

Seperate the sorrow

Cause im tearing off my face so you wont hurt alone

Lets start today

Make your mind up, grab a weapon

Move on