Lyrics White Gold - Des Rocs

The beautiful heathens
You're walking and talking and talking the walk
Oh, the garden of Eden
You'll never be, never be, never be lost
The bigger the feeling
The bigger the fall
Walk in that room like you're twenty feet tall

Lonely the viper
Wanders the road
Singing songs of denial
The story he told
Oh, we'll never get tired
We'll never grow old
And when your head's hanging low
White gold

Hey, paper tiger
You're making, you're making, you're making your mark
My easy rider
The omen, the prophet, the god of the dark
You're craving the power
You're sucking it up
You've got a secret
Tell me, who do you love?

Lonely the viper
Wanders the road
Singing songs of denial
The story he told
Oh, we'll never get tired
We'll never grow old
And when your head's hanging low
White gold

Lonely the viper
Wanders the road
Singing songs of denial
The story he told
Oh, we'll never get tired
We'll never grow old
When your head's hanging low

Woah, white gold

Woah, white gold