Gold

Looks as if you're dropping mirrors
By the gross
Looks as if your nine lives
Have left town, town

When you paint in gray and drear
Eldorado won't appear
To run his sword through all the fears
That pull you down

And it's okay, for the setting sun
Will color everything around you, gold
And it's okay, for the setting sun
Will color everything around you, gold, gold, gold, gold

Looks as if you need a lighthouse
In your dark
Looks as if I'm now you're
Native guide, guide

When the fog is drawing in
Snarling dragons break to grin
And trample over all the things
That pull you down

And it's okay, for the setting sun
Will color everything around you, gold
And it's okay, for the setting sun
Will color everything around you, gold, gold, gold, gold

And all those pebbles in your shoes
Are precious stones
And all the skeletons in closets
Merely piles of harmless bones

And all those pebbles in your shoes
Are precious stones
And all the skeletons in closets
Merely piles of harmless bones

And it's okay, for the setting sun
Will color everything around you, gold
And it's okay, for the setting sun
Will color everything around you, gold

And it's okay, for the setting sun
Will color everything around you, gold
And it's okay, for the setting sun
Will color everything around you
Even though it's brown, you'll
See your old brick town, go gold