Turn to Gold

Oooh

Wouldn't hide from the edge
Little brown turned to gold, ooh-ooh-oh
Early on, you were told
What a man could behold, who knows?

We were always sipping wine
He's nowhere to be in time
I'm waiting to be aligned
Better off waiting cold, in man's suited heart
Be the one fading out in a hand the turns to gold, ooh-ooh-oh

Enough for one fortune to think that I could slip and fall behind
I'll wake one night to see what might reflect upon what path
In from that bends and where it does alight
I'm waiting to be a guy
I'm waiting as if I'm liked
Oh, fading is evеr-tiring, oh

Better off waiting cold, in man's suited hеart, oh
Be the one fading out in a hand the turns to gold, ooh-ooh-oh

Oooh

I remember when you blissed out on that couch much more than twice
I never could get you alone with good, old-fashioned times
I'll wake up in the midst of speaking in my own right
A man clocks in an hour in the face of wasting time
I welcome change that lets you know when I am done with life
I'm doing everything I like

I hope you find the girl who's searching for a different way of life
I'm doing everything I like
I'm making hard, thinking of better days when we would be apart
I'm doing everything I like