Golden - Martha Tilston

Well, it’s all over now

flew in like a comet

and I was on it.

It’s all paper now

folded at the corners

to mark the date.

Oh he is golden

so I choose to tell him

and oh he loves another

no-no-no

no-no-no how can he love another

no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no

it’s supposed to be me

I just keep talking,

talking & singing

tryin' to fill up space,

just in case.

It feels good

it’s understood,

but then so much is

so much is

Oh he is golden

so I’m gonna tell him

and oh he loves another

no-no-no

no-no-no how can he love another

no-no-no how can he love another

no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no

Might move away

maybe to Ireland

or maybe to the sea

yes, to the sea.

I’m gonna move away

maybe to France

or to Portugal, Portugal

Oh he is golden

so I choose to tell him

and oh he loves another

no-no-no

no-no-no how can he love another

no-no-no how can he love another

no-no-no-no-no-no-no-no

it’s supposed to be me

Well it’s all over now,

but it flew in like a comet

and I thought I was on it.