Golden Times - Pierce Brothers

Hold my face I’m sitting down

Warming up for the show

I’m singing backstage on my own

So far from your mother’s home

Let’s not speak of grief or debt

There’s nothing here but hatred

Please don’t ask about respect

Coz you’ve left it all behind

Way back in those golden times

Golden times, I loved you, think

Back to those golden times

Golden times, I loved you first

So hear these words

But don’t believe

Please don’t believe I loved you

Hear these words

But don’t believe

Please don’t believe I loved you first

Way back in those golden times

Golden times, I loved you, think

Back to those golden times

Golden times, I loved you first

Hear these words

But don’t believe

Please don’t believe I loved you

Hear these words

But don’t believe

Please don’t believe I loved you first

Way back in those golden times

Golden times, I loved you, think

Back to those golden times

Golden times, I loved you when I think

Back to those golden times

Golden times, I loved you, think

Back to those golden times

Golden times, I loved you first