Cheap Gold

Cheap gold Drips from dressed up trees Cheap gold Lines the salted streets Cheap gold And a gift receipt In case it's not what she wants Cheap gold The ring on the familiar hand Cheap gold A cross on a necklace that he bought Wrapped in cheap gold paper Hoping it would be enough to keep her Cheap gold And the tarnished silver snow From a doorway to fall To the Lothian winter Falling down like heavy drinkers Take, take the steamed-up taxi home And suck a hip flask to stay warm Ignore the hardened winter Swap a kiss for a stiff ring finger The thought that counted has gone missing Feels so cheap but remember this is Not for life, it's just for Christmas Cheap gold, cheap gold, cheap gold