Golden

Waking up stone cold
Thinking 'bout those old February dreams
Thinking 'bout you and me
Once we were neighbours
Now we're like strangers and you don't come around anymore
Still, I see your shape at the door
And now I sit and wait for the day I hear the sound
Of your voice saying "Son, would you open up for goodness sake"

Cause you colour me golden
You colour me golden
You colour me golden

You were my painter
Weaving my shades like currents of the sea
More than a work of art I was your masterpiece
Until I terrorized it and I made a mess of me
And I let it be you could see, see it in the lines
That I, I wasn't made for myself and I knew it well

Cause you colour me golden
You colour me golden
You colour me golden

Colour me golden, golden
Colour me golden
Till I'm gold