Gold Connections Popular Fiction
I can't build up a buried heart
But I can sing another man's song for you
I can play a different part
But I can't build up a buried heart for you
The list goes on...
I can't live in between your heart strings
You got me burnin' now
Wishin' for nothing short than anything
Within your power
And I don't remember or recall, or recall a choice
But I can hold on to the sound of your voice
The melancholy tone that you take
The business man that you break
And the bad blood that I embrace
You got me wishing, wishing that you were
Mine again
Do you think I am that complex to have ever questioned your innocence?
I should have known, I should have learned
We all get high and we all get burned
Summer daze, had the wish for something more
I met you under the traffic light
You call to me with a shout I can't ignore
You are the only thing in sight
And I don't remember or recall, or recall your face
But I can hold on to the time and the place
When you kissed me in the dark of a warm night
And showed me the pain of the half-life
And left me strung out on the moonlight
Wishin', wishin' that you were
Mine again
Oh how I wish I could meet you for the first time three years from now
Maybe a thousand days could separate me from the man I am today
Oh how I wish I had never met you three years ago, babe
A thousand days can't separate me from the man you made me
