Golden - Becca Mancari

When you’re way out there trying to dance out those blues

And you’re living your whole life with your head in a noose

Oh darling, oh darling, won’t you see this thing through?

I pin back the roses to the garden

So this house could have a kind memory

If I wasn’t so scared driving highways

I guess you’d have to find me in your sleep

There you go again turning golden

Right there in front of me

I can’t even seem to fight it

You’re always going gold again for me

I took down the pictures of our loving

Trying to find some piece of mind

If I wasn’t so scared you’d forget me

I might be farther down the line

But there you go again turning golden

Right there in front of me

And I can’t even seem to fight it

You’re always going gold again for me

Oh darling, oh darling, won’t you see this thing through?

There you go again turning golden

Right there in front of me

I can’t even seem to fight it

You’re always going gold again for me

You’re always going gold again for me