Sound Of Gold

Sound Of Gold

I read poetry, all night long.
I was humming our favourite song.
hour by hour, the screen flickered quicker.
And a a lily bloomed up the wall.
Dont ask me why.
Ooh, Dont ask me why.

My glance tiptoed to catch your shifty eyes
Ooh, I cannot forgive myself for failing,
dear, we never really said goodbye.
Your eyes were quicker than the screen flickered.
Dont ask me why.
Ooh, Dont ask me why.

Approximately thereabout
infinite times I found out
the human race tend to take a bow
far too early
just a slight impression.
just a question:
why do the new and old
dance in circles to the sound of gold?
Dont ask me why.
Ooh, dont ask me why.

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