Chris Porro - Real Gold lyrics

I don't know what to do with these girls anymore

They have grown into women, and I'm still a boy

tumble down, to the ground, dust myself off in real gold.

And I read in a study that kids must grow old

That they all leave the nursery, get bought and get sold.

tumble down, to the ground, dust myself off in real gold.

What was it you were heard constantly saying?

You're always bored? Boring world entertain me!

tumble down, to the ground, dust yourself off in real gold.

Did you wait by the phone?

Did you phone and hang up?

Was I uniformed clueless?

Or right to give up

Guess I'll send out the cards

For our formal demise

But before I address them a favor from you…

Tell me lies

And I'm finding that time makes you seem like a saint

And I'm finding that time made some sweetness of pain

Still I tumble down, to the ground, dust myself off in real gold.

I don't know what to do with these girls anymore

They have grown into women, and I'm still a boy

tumble down, to the ground, dust myself off in real gold.

And I read in a study that kids must grow old

That they all leave the nursery, get bought and get sold.

tumble down, to the ground, dust myself off in real gold.

Now I've said my good-byes

And your riddens I've hailed

As lovers or friends

No matter we failed

With parcels in hand

The last verse no reprise

But before I stop singing a favor from you…

Tell me lies