Gold

And what did you say back to me?
Dreaming of Maybach cruising
Maybe talking crazy, but I want it
A hundred thousand ways of choosing
Who the hell is out and who's in trouble?
Maybe I'm too subtle

I'm livin' like a silent movie
Shut your mouth and see straight through me
Findin' that you're hiding in your money (money, m-m-m-money)
I got a million ways of losin'
But nothing in my life worth proving
Chasing, all my time is wasted

Mouth is made of metal, metal, metal
Pocket full of yellow, yellow, pocket full of gold
And I hope you find, I hope you find your dream
And darling never settle, settle, settle
Chasin' down the devil, devil
Chasin' down the gods
And I hope you find, I hope you find your dream

It's the push and the pull
It's the rise and the fall
I don't owe you a single thing
I don't owe you anything
It's the push and the pull
It's the big and the small
I don't owe you a single thing
Not a god damn thing

My mouth is made of metal, metal, metal
Pocket full of yellow, yellow, pocket full of gold
And I hope you find, I hope you find your dream (I don't wanna do anything)
And darling never settle, settle, settle
Chasin' down the devil, devil
Chasin' down the gods
And I hope you find, I hope you find your dream (I don't wanna do anything)

I hope you find your dream

Sir Sly - Gold

This music is a mystery to me. It seems to know something about me that I don't know by myself... Otherwise, why am I so infinitely in love with it? With this quiet voice of sadness and nostalgia, woven from the fragile weightless melodies, as indescribable and elusive as the most intimate feelings and thoughts.

And yes, it sounds so similar to The Neighbourhood, but to admit - that's why I'm here... And I'm unbelievable happy to be here.