martes, 26 de agosto de 2014

Gold





And I love her so
I wouldn't trade her for gold
I'm walking on moon beams
I was born with a silver spoon
And i'm gonna be me
I'm gonna be free
I'm walking on moon beams
and staring out to sea

 
And if a door be closed
then a row of homes start building
and tear your curtains down
for sunlight is like gold


And you better be you
And do what you can do
When you're walking on moon beams
Staring out to sea
Cause if your skin was soil
How long do you think before they start diggin'
and if your life was gold
how long would you think you'd stay livin'?
Hey


And I love her so
I wouldn't trade her for gold