Light bleeds in through the curtain lace
Sleep on the couch, where the flowers stay
And never bloom but only fade
In the sun
I fill the bath, while I dream of the lake
I can smell the blood purged from raw steak
By the barbecue on a summer day
In the sun
But I find you here
In the blue light of the TV, and I
I feel you in the wind
Through the back screen at night
With the kitchen tile cold on my cheek (Oh)
I love you, baby
Gold satin dreamer
Gold satin heart
Gold satin dreamer
Waiting for it to get dark
I wait for it to get dark
All of those dreams left out in the sun
They run like syrup and clot like blood
Disfigured beyond recognition
In the sun
Colors fade from my memories and even though
Other faces I forget
Yours is carved out of stone
Tryna take you out of me is like
Tryna get smoke out of wood
Love you, baby
Gold satin dreamer
Gold satin heart
Gold satin dreamer
Waiting for it to get dark (For it to get dark)
I wait for it to get dark (For it to get dark)
