"Silence is golden"

Bitter sweet memories of Spanish guitar
Dreams of you wishing on a star
Then the silence falls once more
Golden coins on a velvet floor

If silence is golden
Iím the richest man alive
I could own everything in the world
Without you I donít know how Iíll survive

Gold on the table and under the chairs
Piled in the hallway, blocking the stairs
Heaped by the door so Iíll throw it away
It keeps getting deeper the longer I stay

Gold stacked here in a pile by the bed
I could use some inside my head
Each minute more time passes through
As I wait in golden silence for you





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