Looks as if you're dropping mirrors By the gross Looks as if your nine lives Have left town, town When you paint in gray and drear Eldorado won't appear To run his sword through all the fears That pull you down And it's okay, for the setting sun Will color everything around you, gold And it's okay, for the setting sun Will color everything around you, gold, gold, gold, gold Looks as if you need a lighthouse In your dark Looks as if I'm now you're Native guide, guide When the fog is drawing in Snarling dragons break to grin And trample over all the things That pull you down And it's okay, for the setting sun Will color everything around you, gold And it's okay, for the setting sun Will color everything around you, gold, gold, gold, gold And all those pebbles in your shoes Are precious stones And all the skeletons in closets Merely piles of harmless bones And all those pebbles in your shoes Are precious stones And all the skeletons in closets Merely piles of harmless bones And it's okay, for the setting sun Will color everything around you, gold And it's okay, for the setting sun Will color everything around you, gold And it's okay, for the setting sun Will color everything around you, gold And it's okay, for the setting sun Will color everything around you Even though it's brown, you'll See your old brick town, go gold © EMI VIRGIN MUSIC, LTD; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com