Lyrics Midas Touch - The Weather Station , Jennifer Castle

It's the Midas Touch
It turns everything to gold
To gold?
To gold
How ugly?
How cold?

When you roam for the glorious
Alone and nefarious
Overflowing yellow everything
The other side of the coin
Is a covetous line
To be crossed at one's own demise
Or peril, or something better

I wish you love letters
And luck in letting go
And trust from the get go
'Cause I trust no one
As you know

It's just fatherhood
It's just motherhood
All apologies if I misunderstood you
It's just fatherhood
It's just motherhood
All apologies to our brotherhood

It's the Midas Touch
It turns everything to gold
To gold?
To gold
How ugly?
How cold?

It's the Midas Touch
It turns everything to gold
To gold?
To gold
How ugly?
How cold?