(Browne/Maitland) Midas was sitting alone on the brink It was only his time he was wasting Holding a photograph framed with silver He just couldn`t turn into gold And you won`t believe the things that he`d say He sits in the shade of the dreams that escaped him She comes to him in his mind Drifts in and out of his time From a place with no day and no night Will I be alright Alright Alright Silas was shifting the dust from his memories So little time left for saving Out in the snow and she never came home It was hard just to live through the cold God only knows the things that he says Are tricks of the trade to save from remembering (Chorus) God only knows the things that he says Are tricks of the trade to save from remembering (Chorus)
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