Gold

Looks as if you're dropping mirrors

By the gross

Looks as if your nine lives

Have left town, town

When you paint in gray and drear

Eldorado won't appear

To run his sword through all the fears

That pull you down

And it's okay, for the setting sun

Will color everything around you, gold

And it's okay, for the setting sun

Will color everything around you, gold, gold, gold, gold

Looks as if you need a lighthouse

In your dark

Looks as if I'm now you're

Native guide, guide

When the fog is drawing in

Snarling dragons break to grin

And trample over all the things

That pull you down

And it's okay, for the setting sun

Will color everything around you, gold

And it's okay, for the setting sun

Will color everything around you, gold, gold, gold, gold

And all those pebbles in your shoes

Are precious stones

And all the skeletons in closets

Merely piles of harmless bones

And all those pebbles in your shoes

Are precious stones

And all the skeletons in closets

Merely piles of harmless bones

And it's okay, for the setting sun

Will color everything around you, gold

And it's okay, for the setting sun

Will color everything around you, gold

And it's okay, for the setting sun

Will color everything around you, gold

And it's okay, for the setting sun

Will color everything around you

Even though it's brown, you'll

See your old brick town, go gold