Silverlake

Silver Lake

With the fakes

I’ve got nothing but old things

To display

By the bay

Old jeans and your gold rings

How’s your faith

My mistake,

I thought you’d grow to good things

To be safe

You were late

You missed everything I’ve seen

Life is too rich

To waste it waiting around for you

Silver Lake

With the fakes

I’ve got nothing but old things

Can you take

How I ache

And make songs that the girls sing?

Does it shake

You awake

When you see what the job brings?

Anyway

My mistake

You spin straw into gold strings

Life is too rich

To waste it waiting around for you

Life is too rich

To waste it waiting around for you

Whatever you want to do