Gold Dust - Justin Currie

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 calls my body home

The last remaining high leaves me low-down and alone

The maps of where you are can be found in every bar

Where those cozy little homelies hang

The things makes your eyes glitter isn’t always gold dust

The wings you think life’s given you, they couldn’t lift a bread crust

The confidence of kings leaches from my hands

Where jupiter did sing a drunken janitor now stands

To figure who you are you look in every single car

Where they stick those tired sideways looks at life

The thing that makes your eyes glitter isn’t always gold dust

The wings you life’s given you, they couldn’t lift a bread crust

Alone, that ain’t the word

It’s just a groan in the morning nobody ever heard

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