Heirloom Strings
Lawn chairs on a manicured green
Chasing the ghost of a mid-century scene
Inherited coats and old family crests
Leaving the details for all of the guests
(ooh-ooh-ooh) Oh,
we spent our summer in gold
Living a history already told
Ivy-league dreams on the coast
Toasting the things that we value the most
Dust on the grand
piano keys
Sailing away on a high-society breeze
No one mentions the cost of the wine
Just that the weather is perfectly fine
(ahhhh) Oh, we spent our summer in gold
Living a history already told
Ivy-league dreams on the coast
Toasting the things that we value the most
We build our walls of brick and stone
To keep our inheritance safe and alone
But the mortar is crumbling away
Underneath the light of day
Gold... all in gold... (mmmmm)