Fay Wildhagen - Golden

Life was dreams, I was told
Seeking treasures of gold
Now I know it's not like that at all
'Cause I count loss after loss
As I watch them go
While I grow old
Life's a bold irony

And it's not
It's not easy to live
Through days like these

Save me
Save me
Save me
Save me

Oh, we
We were free, climbing trees
In late sunlight breeze
Now we're just trying to breathe

And it's not
It's not easy to love
Through days like these, oh

Save me
Save me
Save me
Save me