About Golden Years کے بول

Sometimes it's hard to make those noises disappear. Inside my head, behind my eyes, between my ears. You try to tell me it's delusion and plain fear. I close my eyes and just pretend i didn't hear. And i try. Yes i try. And i try so hard. Time goes by, Yes it flies when you try to catch a star. I hate it when i'm sober and i love it when i'm drunk. Everything is deadly, you get cancer in the sun. I hear his voice and it is cigarettes and tears. He is the thin, white duke singing about golden years And i try. Yes i try. And i try so hard. Time goes by, Yes it flies when you try to catch a star.