Filosofo Austro-Ungarico

And I'm not going back /into rags or in the hole /and our bruises are coming /but we will never fold

and I was your silver lining /as the story goes /I was your silver lining /but now I'm gold

hooray hooray/ I'm your silver lining/ hooray hooray/ but now I'm gold

and I was your silver lining /high up on my toes /You were running through fields of hitch-hikers/as the

story goes

hooray hooray /I'm your silver lining /hooray hooray /but now I'm gold

and the grass it was a ticking /and the sun was on the rise/ I never felt so wicked /as when I willed our

love to die

and I was your silver lining /as the story goes /I was your silver lining /but now I'm gold

hooray hooray /I'm your silver lining /hooray hooray /but now I'm gold

but now I'm gold