Gold & Silver - Colour Haze

Your god is made out of your head man

I don’t believe what I`m told

I don’t say that this is all wrong now

But who are you to judge my world

Look out, outside it’s silver

Inside it’s all the way gold

One thousand bucks you claim for your kiss babe

And for one dime you sell your soul

Father, son and all this invention

A mirror under dust and mold

Oh my this ride is a phony

See where we all go

Look out, outside your window

Outside it’s all the way gold

One thousand bucks they pay for your kisses

And for own dime they buy your soul

Gold and silver

And I sit alone before I take a sidewalk

Of a life that is too short

Help me flying

See me flying

We will find what the heavens own

If we trust our love alone

We will see what the angels saw

If we free our mind and heart