In the centre of a broken heart

There's a riot going on

Tried to stop before my quiet mint

Lost control

I'm surrounded by an iron gate

In a graveyard for my throughts

All the memories that I've engraved

Com to life

Since I'm building up inside these colours die

An endless ride waits for me

In the hollow of a wishing well

Silver coins are falling down

While the water keeps running dry

I am diving in

Pay the fee come in to stand and stare

Eyes are blind to what is there

Pull the strings and watch the puppet dance

Or cut him loose

Held too tight I cannot breathe

I feel the claws digging in restricted

Stripped of thought I feel exposed

I've been found out

I've been brought down so jaded

The boy with the golden hair

The boy with the golden hair

The boy with the golden hair

The boy with the golden hair

The boy with the golden hair

The boy with the golden hair

The boy with the golden hair

The boy with the golden hair