Goldtrip I Try
I think you’ve got me in a twist. As your pulling me in
different ways.
You hold me down and you say, when your older, you may
live to regret this stage.
I’m no broker for your money, I’m no lawyer for your sin.
You can take your deeds away from me, send them back to
where they’ll begin.
I’m no keeper for your garden, to protect you and to
hold.
Take me back to the only place that makes me fold.
You see my eyes they’re made for you.
You touch my hand and I was hooked for life.
Something’s you’ll never know, is that I try.
I’m no levy for your river, to save you from the storm.
I’m no sandbank for your wind to be blown.
I’m no hitman for your lover, with blood all down my
coat.
I’m no soldier for the devil to worship what you told
You see my eyes they’re made for you.
You touch my hand and I was hooked for life.
Something’s you’ll never know, is that I try.
