Real Gold

I don't know what to do with these girls anymore 
They have grown into women, and I'm still a boy 
tumble down, to the ground, dust myself off in real gold. 
And I read in a study that kids must grow old 
That they all leave the nursery, get bought and get sold. 
tumble down, to the ground, dust myself off in real gold. 
What was it you were heard constantly saying? 
You're always bored? Boring world entertain me! 
tumble down, to the ground, dust yourself off in real gold. 

Did you wait by the phone? 
Did you phone and hang up? 
Was I uniformed clueless? 
Or right to give up 
Guess I'll send out the cards 
For our formal demise 
But before I address them a favor from you… 

Tell me lies 

And I'm finding that time makes you seem like a saint 
And I'm finding that time made some sweetness of pain 
Still I tumble down, to the ground, dust myself off in real gold. 
I don't know what to do with these girls anymore 
They have grown into women, and I'm still a boy 
tumble down, to the ground, dust myself off in real gold. 
And I read in a study that kids must grow old 
That they all leave the nursery, get bought and get sold. 
tumble down, to the ground, dust myself off in real gold. 

Now I've said my good-byes 
And your riddens I've hailed 
As lovers or friends 
No matter we failed 
With parcels in hand 
The last verse no reprise 
But before I stop singing a favor from you… 

Tell me lies