Gold - Live From Spotify London
(One, two)
(One, two, three)
First comes the blessing of all that you've dreamed
But then comes the curses of diamonds and rings
Only at first did it have its appeal
But now you can't tell the false from the real
Who can you trust?
Who can you trust?
When everything, everything, everything
You touch turns to gold, gold, gold
Everything, everything, everything
You touch turns to gold, gold
Ooh, gold
Ooh, gold
Ooh, gold
Ooh, gold
Statues and empires are all at your hands
Water to wine, and the finest of sands
When all that you have is turning stale, and it's cold
You no longer feel when your heart's turned to gold
Who can you trust?
Who can you trust?
When everything, everything, everything
You touch turns to gold, gold, gold
Everything, everything, everything
You touch turns to gold, gold
Ooh, gold
Ooh, gold
Ooh, gold
Ooh, gold
I'm dying to feel again
Oh, anything at all
But, oh, I feel nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing
When everything, everything, everything
You touch turns to gold, gold, gold
Everything, everything, everything
You touch turns to gold, gold
Ooh, gold
Ooh, gold
Ooh, gold
Ooh, gold
Thank you, guys, so much
(One, two, three)
First comes the blessing of all that you've dreamed
But then comes the curses of diamonds and rings
Only at first did it have its appeal
But now you can't tell the false from the real
Who can you trust?
Who can you trust?
When everything, everything, everything
You touch turns to gold, gold, gold
Everything, everything, everything
You touch turns to gold, gold
Ooh, gold
Ooh, gold
Ooh, gold
Ooh, gold
Statues and empires are all at your hands
Water to wine, and the finest of sands
When all that you have is turning stale, and it's cold
You no longer feel when your heart's turned to gold
Who can you trust?
Who can you trust?
When everything, everything, everything
You touch turns to gold, gold, gold
Everything, everything, everything
You touch turns to gold, gold
Ooh, gold
Ooh, gold
Ooh, gold
Ooh, gold
I'm dying to feel again
Oh, anything at all
But, oh, I feel nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing
When everything, everything, everything
You touch turns to gold, gold, gold
Everything, everything, everything
You touch turns to gold, gold
Ooh, gold
Ooh, gold
Ooh, gold
Ooh, gold
Thank you, guys, so much
Credits
Writer(s): Daniel Wayne Sermon, Daniel Coulter Reynolds, Benjamin Arthur Mckee, Alexander Junior Grant, Daniel James Platzman
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