silver lake
with the fakes pack
i got nothing but old things
to display
by the bay and old jeans and your dull rays
how's your face?
my mistake
i thought you'd grown a good thing
to be safe
you were late
you missed everything i've seen
life is too rich
to waste it waiting around for you
silver lake
with the fakes
i got nothing but old things
can you take
how I ache and make songs that the girls sing
does it shake you awake when you see what the job brings
anyway
my mistake
you spin straw into gold string
life is too rich
to waste it waiting around for you
life is too rich
to waste it waiting around for you
whatever you wanna do