she peels an orange
for us in the mornin
she woke me up to give me half
i can hear the children soccer ballin
like wildcats running on the grass
you're a girl on this island
i'm a boy from america
my flight leaves tonight
but i don't think i'm
goin backwards
i won't be goin backwards
you're my golden girl
you're the one i've chosen girl
you're 24k
you make it bright when it's gray
you're my golden girl
the sun has been kind to you
you're 24k
but the sky's never gray
silent moments
meditative poses
you break my focus
you make me laugh
two mopeds racin through the forest
making dirt clouds on a path
on a path
i'm my best on this island
i'm a mess in america
my flight left last night
but
i know i'm not goin back home
i'm not goin back home
no-ohhhhhhhh
if we build a house in paradise
will we get to heaven still?
if we don't have to live through hell just to get to heaven
i'ma stay right here
with you
'til the hurricane comes
'til the tsunami comes
i've found my golden
umm
you're my g-o
l-d
e-n
g-i
r-l
and that's for the females that can't spell
but
thanks for fuckin with me
you turn my dark into light
you're like a bucket of bleach
you see - i want you to know that
my negatives at home aren't workin for my kodak
so that
means that
i don't want to go back
just know that
i would like to stay here and hold that
hand of yours - girl i'm a wreck in america
your face is the best cause it's the same color as the lace on my neck
and you're golden
uh
your eyes open
fuck it let's toast and listen to michael bolton
i freefall off the hill again
let's see where i land
i'm like gilligan
umm
i trust you
golden
for what
when i'm just hopin that you don't turn my neck green