paroles de chanson Golden Boy - Maria Hazell

Candle lights were burning and the mirrors were fogging
Baby I′ve been here before it's hurting like heaven
Now I′m praying to a God that I don't even believe in
That in the morning after you gonna ask to come again
Gonna ask to come again

I guess when you fly
Too close to the sun
Though it's far gone
It′s still burning you up

Maybe I′m flying too close to the sun

Looks can be deceiving though you say you're genuine
Got your reasons, they don′t rhyme, ain't that the way you win?
Overthinking conversations, that we never had
And in the morning after you gone
I think I′m going mad
I think I'm going mad

I guess when you fly
Too close to the sun
Though it′s far gone
It's still burning you up

Maybe I'm flying too close to the sun
Yeah yeah

How could it be that I′m high on cloud nine?
Drunk on attention and you are my wine
Maybe I′m flying too close to the sun
How could it be that I'm high on cloud nine?
Drunk on attention and you are my wine
Maybe I′m flying too close to the sun

I guess when you fly
Too close to the sun
Though it's far gone
It′s still burning you up

Maybe I'm flying too close to the sun