Grit and Gold

(hmmm-mm-mm) Cold wind biting through a torn jacket seam Chasing after paper,

living out a fever dream

Empty cupboards, but the vision is golden Paid in sweat for a

future I was promised and stolen

Gold in the dirt,

silver in the rain How much for the cure,

how much for the pain?

Lust for the luxury,

weight on the chest No time for sleep,

no room for rest (no rest)

Blisters on the palm,

looking at the high-rise view

Thinking 'one day, I will be up there too'

Selling my hours just to buy back my pride Running from the

hunger that is clawing inside

Gold in the dirt,

silver in the rain How much for the cure,

how much for the pain?

Lust for the luxury,

weight on the chest No time for sleep,

no room for rest (no rest,

yeah)

Just a handful of dust

And a mountain of rust (hmmm-mm)