Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gold, artist - The Beaches. Album song Late Show, in the genre ИндиDate of issue: 12.10.2017
Record label: Universal Music Canada
Song language: English
Gold |
| Gold |
| Gold |
| Gold |
| Gold |
| That’s what we’re made of |
| I’m walking by these sinners and saints |
| I don’t know why they throw it all away |
| When did my fascination grow so cold |
| I wanna turn these colours back to |
| The bikers in the bands are selling their souls |
| The modern samurai is running through snow |
| Everybody knows the price of control |
| Playing with the Queen of Ice you get cold |
| All the runners up are breaking the crowd |
| All the animals are trying to get loud |
| Everybody knows the price of control |
| Playing with the Queen of Ice you get cold |
| The children in the maze are breaking their bones |
| The killers in the cage are sitting on thrones |
| Everywhere you turn you’re out of control |
| You kick 'em in the head to get your own |
| Gold |
| Ah ah ah ah ah ah |
| Gold |
| That’s what we’re made of |
| I’m walking by these sinners and saints |
| I don’t know why they throw it all away |
| When did my fascination grow so cold |
| I wanna turn these colours back to gold |
| Razor sharp we dance on the blades |
| Can’t understand the mess that we made |
| Everybody knows the price of control |
| Playing with the Queen of Ice you get cold |
| Slap in the face then you’re on the floor |
| Rats in the race you always want more |
| Everywhere you turn you’re out of control |
| You kick 'em in the head to get your own gold |
| Gold |
| Ah ah ah ah ah ah |
| Gold |
| That’s what we’re made of |
| I’m walking by these sinners and saints |
| I don’t know why they throw it all away |
| When did my fascination grow so cold |
| I wanna turn these colours back to gold |
| You’ll never make it alone |
| Run on home |
| You’ll never make it alone |
| Run on home |
| Gold |
| Gold |
| That’s what we’re made of |
| I’m walking by these sinners and saints |
| I don’t know why they throw it all away |
| When did my fascination grow so cold |
| I wanna turn these colours back to gold |
| I wanna turn these colours back to gold |
| I wanna turn these colours back to gold |