Justin Currie - Gold Dust

The thing that makes your eyes glitter, isn’t always gold dust
The wings you think life’s given you, they couldn’t lift a bread crust

A siren in the sky calls my body home
The last remaining high leaves me low, down and alone
And maps of where you are can be found in every bar,
Where those cozy little homilies hang

The thing that makes your eyes glitter, isn’t always gold dust
The wings you think life’s given you, they couldn’t lift a bread crust

The confidence of kings leaches from my hands
Where Jupiter did sing a drunken janitor now stands
To figure who you are, you look in every single car
Where they stick those tired sideways looks at life

The thing that makes your eyes glitter, isn’t always gold dust
The wings you think life’s given you, they couldn’t lift a bread crust

Alone that ain’t the word,
It’s just a groan in the morning, nobody ever heard

The thing that makes your eyes glitter, isn’t always gold dust
The wings you think life’s given you, they couldn’t lift a bread crust