Gold

This is gonna burn
Will we ever learn
The last ones to leave
First ones to return

We should probably fold
Hate to take it slow
Nothing to achieve
Nothing left to show

Like burning gold

We hide (had) our thoughts in gold
Likely, soft, and bold
They’re shining through the seams
But this is not a joke

Like burning gold

This gonna burn
Will we ever learn
We painted thoughts in gold
Dense and likely cold

Like burning gold