[midas]

Sometimes, when the rain refuses to fall
And the clouds self-harm to get rid of it all
I think of a token that would suffice as some words
If anything I could say would heal all of your hurt

The Coke bottle on my shelf resembles sometimes
The emptiness we feel when Midas touches the sky
Today I tried to cope with the sorrow in my head
Fleshing out in the stupid things that I said

But I am only the failure that they were all waiting for
A show in the monotony, please gather round before
I decide to be cheerful again, try something new
I'll get off the ground, my eyes a new hue

Don't think too awfully fast, don't act as I do
I told her I wasn't a teacher, and you know it to be true
My mouth runs on the clouds until my hands feel the cold
And everything I touch will turn to sorrowful gold--

Everything I touch will turn to sorrowful gold
I want to grow up, but I'm growing old