24 April 2012
This hopeless heart of gold cannot be changed, will not be sold, or even rearranged.
Oh, hopeless heart of gold I have. With underdog tones, caged in aching bones. Encircling me with it's control.
This hopeless heart of gold of mine is always in the firing line. Going in, thinking not a flaw, straight over the line I draw.
This hopeless heart of gold inside. Weighing me down with every stride. Might as well be made of lead with every footstep that I tread.
Hopeless heart of gold, We live in duality. But your fantasy is not the reality.
Hopeless Heart Of Gold • Opuss № I