Deadly Songs

I’ve got midas fingerprints
A fool could see the evidence
Smudged on every work
And smeared on every lover
I’d gladly give this magic back
The more I touch the more I lack
And gold won’t slake my thirst
And gold won’t ease my hunger
Come I’m so scared of being gold

Prometheus could learn from me
To rob the world of mystery
With eyes that never tire
And burning bones of fire
But oh the precious price of sight
How youthful eyes soon lose their light
And rage through a dark fire
And age with each desire
Come I’m so scared of growing old

Years and souls and chances pass
Like men bound screaming to a mast
Or linger for a desperate hour
I need a love I can’t devour
If you would only tarry here
And drive away these haunting fears
Of golden aging raging wrongs
Silence all my deadly songs
Come I’m too scared to be alone
Come I’m so scared of growing old
Come I’m so scared of being gold

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