Tekst
(featuring vocals by Veljanov)
Turn my silver into gold
Not afraid of getting old
Warm my soul, remove the cold
When the night comes, give me hold
Gold I need to build you dreams
Older, wiser than it seems
Cold as ice, you play with me
And you hold on to your dreams...
Turn my silver into gold
Not afraid of getting old
Warm my soul, remove the cold
When the night comes, give me hold
Gold I need to buy you dreams
Older, wiser than it seems
Cold as ice you play with fire
And you hold on to desire...
Turn my silver into gold
Not afraid of getting old
Warm my soul remove the cold
When the night comes, give me hold
Gold I need to buy you dreams
Older, wiser than it seems
Cold as ice, a man of means
And you hold on to your dreams...
