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