Midas Touch

It's the Midas Touch It turns everything to gold To gold? To gold! How ugly, how cold! When you roam for the glorious Alone and nefarious Overflowing yellow everything The other side of the coin Is a covetous line To be crossed at one's own demise Or peril, or something better I wish you love letters And luck in letting go And trust from the get-go Cause I trust no-one As you know It's just fatherhood It's just motherhood All apologies if I misunderstood you It's just fatherhood It's just motherhood All apologies to our brotherhood It's the Midas Touch It turns everything to gold To gold? To gold! How ugly, how cold!