Light bleeds in through the curtain lace Sleep on the couch where the flowers stay And never bloom, but only fade In the sun
I fill the bath while I dream of the lake I can smell the blood purged from raw steak By the barbecue on a summer day In the sun
But I find you here, in the blue light of the TV And I feel you in the wind Through the back screen at night With the kitchen tile cold on my cheek I love you, baby
Gold satin dreamer Gold satin heart Gold satin dreamer Waiting for it to get dark I wait for it to get dark
All of those dreams left out in the sun They run like syrup and clot like blood Disfigured beyond recognition In the sun
Colours fade from my memories and even though Other faces I forget, yours is carved of stone Tryna take you out of me is like Tryna get smoke out of wood
Gold satin dreamer Gold satin heart Gold satin dreamer Waiting for it to get dark I wait for it to get darkTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
