Gold in the Hills - Boy Eats Drum Machine

My dear, I have returned

From looking for advice

The answer is always «maybe»

It’s all you ever hear

I told you I would show

With something in my hands

The fact is

I don’t believe you

When you tell me you don’t mind

That there’s no gold left in the hills

My hands are filled with shaking bones

They’re just shaking in their skin

They cheat

To receive you

They don’t deserve your touch

Because they’re empty like the hills

They’re empty like my word

The more they dig

The more they see you

Hiding that disappointed look

Cuz there’s no gold left in the hills