This is the text on the rendezvous album: If your eyes are blue you know the rest Champagne if it's very cool It's never very formal how you dress For
Gone to sound, your visions thirst On a parted road to wanderlust The means to magic, you've still to find Fake sparkle or golden dust? More or less,
Sights and sounds Pull me back down Another year I was here I was here Whipping past The reflecting pool Me you Skipping school And we make it up As
It's like gold dust Ya hear me coming through your spe-ea-kers, You see me mashin up your air waves, I know you can't get enough of my sound It's like
Oh, honey my life it's got me old fool gold Oh, honey my life it's got me old fool gold Oh, honey my life it's got me old fool gold Oh, honey my life
(Sandy Denny) If your eyes are blue you know the rest Champagne if it's very cool It's never very formal how you dress For oysters by the swimming pool
The thing that makes your eyes glitter Isn't always gold dust The wings you think life's given you They couldn't lift a bread crust A siren in the sky
You picked out your favorite dress Made yourself up your very best I know you're trying to be Anyone's everything I know you're dying to be Broken and
I've got no patience for this Your philosophies twist And mess my mind up I've know truth and its face Its the cruelest embrace And you think you taste
Sights and sounds pull me back down another year. I was here. I was here. Whipping past the reflecting pool, me'n you skipping school, hmm. And we make
I went the wrong way down the right track The path I walked down took me back To my beginnings, to the fucking start And I what I saw there nearly broke
I weigh my life and it's got me old fool gold (x3) (x2) In the gold dust rush I can only genuflect (x3) In the gold dust rush (x2) Honey (her knee)
It's like Gold dust Ya hear me coming through your spe-ea-kers, You see me mashin up your air waves, I know you can't get enough of my sound Its like
You and I Lie awake for hours Separated by the world Well I can't see you You can't see me But somehow I can feel you Slip inside my soul Gold dust in
The thing that makes your eyes glitter isn't always gold dust The wings you think life's given you, they couldn't lift a bread crust A siren in the sky
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