Is this cold enough
Suitably calculated
Is it dark enough
Bold but understated
Is it falling over backwards
Is it straining
Does it feel like my own
Does it feel like it’s out of my hands
Does it hang there uncertain, insecure
Guess it’s pure gold
Virgin ears uncovered
By some shaky pen
The browbeaten unsmothered
By some vaporous intent
Now they’re falling over backwards
And they’re straining to hear, so I ask now
Does it feel like your own
Does it feel like it’s out of your hands
Does it hang there uncertain, insecure
Guess it’s pure gold
Does it feel like our own
Does it feel like it’s out of our hands
Does it hang there uncertain, insecure
Guess it’s pure gold
Guess it’s pure gold
Guess it’s pure gold
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Carl Hauck Lyrics – Pure Gold