Lyrics
No one else would try,
But dawn had hopes eight wide.
So, warm the milk.
And feather the bells to ring bright.
With hot wars and eggshells,
My pride eats well.
So, iron the flag,
See that it hits the light
just right.
I’m not gold, I’m made of steel.
Wouldn’t say I’m cold, I’m made of steel.
My host is missing.
The gold coasts glistening.
So, I’m glad if it helps.
Glad if it helps to see while you’re numb
Everyone get out while you’re numb
Everyone
lyrics and music by John Yakovou
©2002 furniture music
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