Gold Pants, from my new album, The Impressionist Has Left Room For Discussion Lyrics Gold Pants I wear my gold pants, I wear my, I wear my Everybody’s watching, open eyes are talking Staring down this walk of shame Cameras up and clicking, it’s as if you missed me Feels more like the hall of fame Stay for devils leave for angels Or let them all play Hiss or kiss its all so sweet bliss Until the only sound is within I want to be me but it’s still me that stops me from you Let lightning strike make the thunder break all that’sconfused And Use All that is strong, sing my song ( this is what I do ) I wear my gold pants in the house I wear my gold pants all around And if this glare’s too much to bear You best reflect with your own pair Deep inside your round eyes, somewhere in that hard drive There’s a code that wins the game Like boxes in the basement or a rusty old faucet You are not a nail in the wood I used to feel the same way, save me, that’s what I used tosay Clarity is sometimes so clear you may not see it there, inthe air You want to be you but it’s still you that stops you from me Let lightning strike make the thunder break all that’sconfused And Use All that is strong, sing your song I wear my gold pants in the house I wear my gold pants all around And if this glare’s too much to bear You best reflect with your own pair I wear my gold pants We want to be us just don’t let us get in the way We wear our gold pants in the house We wear our gold pants all around If this glare’s too much to bear We best reflect with our own pair I wear my gold pants
Posted on: Sun, 16 Nov 2014 00:57:00 +0000
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