Here we go
Brighter than heaven's glow
Hotter than heathens

Beauty queen
Pray seven sisters keep
My piston's beating

I could speak into your lips
Barely open trembling
Blood that flows beneath your skin
It's golden

Holy hell ophelia
Underneath the sleeping stars
Beauty rich as caviar
It's golden

It's golden

Buttercup
I'd love to shoot you up
Start the ignition

Singing songs
But they're all dead and gone
Just aparitions

I could speak into your lips
Dreaming of your fingetips
Holy hell I'm jumping ship
It's golden

Hold me close ophelia
Undress under sleeping stars
Beauty rich as caviar
It's golden

It's golden
It's golden