Golden 歌词

Life was dreams, I was told Seeking treasures of gold Now I know it's not like that at all 'Cause I count loss after loss As I watch them go While I grow old Life's a bold irony And it's not It's not easy to live Through days like these Save me Save me Save me Save me Oh, we We were free, climbing trees In late sunlight breeze Now we're just trying to breathe And it's not It's not easy to love Through days like these, oh Save me Save me Save me Save me