Gold کے بول

I feel it coming on again The sadness, the tears I feel it coming on again My demons, my fears As my face grows old My blood runs cold And the years of my youth Turn to gold Turn my friends into gold You'll never understand How can I be so cold Your heart is in my hand Turn my friends into gold You'll never understand How can I be so cold Your heart is in my hand I feel it coming on again The pain, the sorrow I feel it coming on again Be dead by tomorrow As my face grows old My blood runs cold And the years of my youth Turn to gold Turn my friends into gold You'll never understand How can I be so cold Your heart is in my hand Turn my friends into gold You'll never understand How can I be so cold Your heart is in my hand