transcent 6. just gold

It was just gold

You've gone old, gone cold

I'll show you something new

We'll push straight on through

This is a long night to be thinking of you

And I've doubts daggerlike in a slew

And despite all the thunder

You're made up of numbers

And you've begun to slip under

It was just gold, and I was alone

And all my equations, they add up to zero

All my intentions, they add up to zero

When you're playing with nothing

You're just gonna break even

And I've a feeling I started broke

It was just gold, and I was just cold

And the great winter coming was ready to fold

And your stupid contentions, all your fucking inventions

They add up to zero.