...tanding on the rooftop of the building The morning fog is all around The golden light is gently coming down over the big city I'll never forget this I swear to this morning 'Cause I found you inside of my heart I don't need another reason to live Now I know for sure You're the only one for...

... like to go to San Francisco I like to meet Some people there" And in Golden Gate Park She'll throw a Frisbee She'll bring a dog And she'll meet a boy And they'll fall in love And she'll feel so free Still walk on his back Wonder 'bout the place I'm in and how they treat the girls I ...

... and youre killin meee In here the world won't bring us down Our plan is golden Out there a lonely girl could drown In here were frozen Where did the people go? My hands are empty You're not the answer I should know Like all the boys before, like all the boys before (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,...

...e world is turned to gold At the end of the Hall of Mirrors I behold a golden door I imagine all the beauty the other side must hold in store So I quickly reach out my hand To enter the next room in this promised land I pull the giant door open To continue my journey, I step inside But ...

... into you There's no more common ground common ground You broke the only golden rule And now it's on we're fighting Fire with fire The flames are burning burning Higher and higher It always has to be an eye for an eye Justice remains the one and only desire Fighting fire with fire You do...

...n. Desmond takes a trolly to the jewellers stores, buys a twenty carat golden ring. Takes it back to Molly waiting at the door, and as he gives it to her she begins to sing. Ob-la-di ob-la-da life goes on bra, la-la how the life goes on. Ob-la-di ob-la-da life goes on bra, la-la how the li...

...Don't you know that beggars can't be picky? Lookin' out for a man who's golden Doesn't matter if he's old, he's rollin'. Coming at you like a desperate hunter Sugar daddy but he's just a munter. Hey you what's a good girl like you Doin' in this crazy world? Where's the good gone girl? ...

...hind him and his rapier brandished high! Blood-red were the spurs i' the golden noon; wine-red was his velvet coat, when they shot him down on the highway, Down like a dog on the highway, And he lay in his blood on the highway, with the bunch of lace at his throat. Still of a winter's n...