Gold (Is Just a Colour)

I've got holes in my mind,
 holes on my grounds
 The soil is dry
 You've got blood on your hands
 The trees are gone
 All that grows are scars
 GOLD (is just a colour)
 GOLD (is just a colour)
 Try to breathe without consuming all air
 I am dying, but you don't seem to care
 Nobody cares enough
 We've got stories to tell, reasons to burn
 The ice will melt
 You've got blood on your hands
 The shame is yours
 Only yours
 GOLD (is just a colour)
 GOLD (is just a colour)
 Try to breathe without consuming all air
 I am dying, but you don't seem to care
 Nobody cares enough
 The aching hearts of captive birds
 This is what it sounds like when swallows cry
 GOLD (is just a colour)
 GOLD (is just a colour)
 Try to breathe without consuming all air
 I am dying, but you don't seem to care
 Nobody cares enough