Gold

Looks as if you're dropping mirrors
By the gross
Looks as if your nine lives
Have left town, townWhen you paint in gray and drear
Eldorado won't appear
To run his sword through all the fears
That pull you downAnd it's okay, for the setting sun
Will color everything around you, gold
And it's okay, for the setting sun
Will color everything around you, gold, gold, gold, goldLooks as if you need a lighthouse
In your dark
Looks as if I'm now you're
Native guide, guideWhen the fog is drawing in
Snarling dragons break to grin
And trample over all the things
That pull you downAnd it's okay, for the setting sun
Will color everything around you, gold
And it's okay, for the setting sun
Will color everything around you, gold, gold, gold, goldAnd all those pebbles in your shoes
Are precious stones
And all the skeletons in closets
Merely piles of harmless bonesAnd all those pebbles in your shoes
Are precious stones
And all the skeletons in closets
Merely piles of harmless bonesAnd it's okay, for the setting sun
Will color everything around you, gold
And it's okay, for the setting sun
Will color everything around you, goldAnd it's okay, for the setting sun
Will color everything around you, gold
And it's okay, for the setting sun
Will color everything around you
Even though it's brown, you'll
See your old brick town, go gold