Golden

Here we go, brighter than heaven's glow
Hotter than heathens
Beauty queen, pray seven sisters keep
My piston's beating

I could speak into your lips, barely open trembling
Blood that flows beneath your skin, it's golden
Holy hell ophelia, underneath the sleeping stars
Beauty rich as caviar, it's golden
(It's golden)

(It's golden)

Yeah!

Buttercup, I'd love to shoot you up
Start the ignition
Singing songs, but they're all dead and gone
Just aparitions

I could speak into your lips, dreaming of your fingertips
Holy hell I'm jumping ship, it's golden

Hold me close ophelia, undress under sleeping stars
Beauty rich as caviar, it's golden
(It's golden)

(It's golden)
(Ooh, ha)
(Ooh, ha)

(It's golden)
(Ooh, ha)
(Ooh, ha)
(It's golden)