The gold rush is over now
you wear the writing on your face
under your skin;
inner city ramblings fade
as they beat the drum
beat you numb;
its always a restless farewell
oh well
The gold rush is over now
you wear the writing on your face
under your skin;
inner city ramblings fade
as they beat the drum
beat you numb;
its always a restless farewell
oh well