I've got holes in my mind, Holes on my grounds The soil is dry You've got blood on your hands The trees are gone All that grows are scars GOLD (is just a colour) GOLD (is just a colour) Try to breathe without consuming all air I am dying, but you don't seem to care Nobody cares enough We've got stories to tell, reasons to burn The ice will melt You've got blood on your hands The shame is yours Only yours GOLD (is just a colour) GOLD (is just a colour) Try to breathe without consuming all air I am dying, but you don't seem to care Nobody cares enough The aching hearts of captive birds This is what it sounds like when swallows cry GOLD (is just a colour) GOLD (is just a colour) Try to breathe without consuming all air I am dying, but you don't seem to care Nobody cares enough