Golden Times
Golden times they get you that way
Like a perfect crime, they sneak in and steal the day
And you don't know why there's nothing on your plate
And your brain gets fried and your tongue gets tied like there's nothing left to say
Golden times like the sun upon the snow
Golden lies, all pretending we don't know
Golden me, shy and awkward, seventeen
And golden you, made-up, broke-up, drama queen
Writer/s: Mark Acton
