Golden Hands

everyone

you attract

is gonna leave in time

They will fall

for a smile

and your pantomime

They’ll get hurt

they’ll get lost

It will hurt you too

All those man

never get

what they’re needing from you, Saying:

Put your golden hands on me again

and forget about the past that we had

I will do this dance for one more time

if that's the only way to make you mine

Just a few

Stick around

Longer than the rest

One or two

Get a taste

If they pass the test

I’m the blood

Of a love

That was born from loss

No surprise

I go on

From where you left off