Hambil
I AM A GOLDEN GOD
What I want, is change
Not the kind you find in a jar
What I want, is love
the kind that brought the sailors to shore
What I want, is God
to maybe come around a bit more
And while we're makin' wishlists here's few I maybe think I can do
Take a drive to old airport park when the planes are flyin'
Walk around without any clothes to covers the scars
from a world that's dying
Say you'll never doubt it when someone is crying in pain
Take e a small plane and a pole I can rent and
live for a while in a refuge tent
And never let the light in Grama's old stove go out
But I can do all those things and nothings really gonna be changed.
Except the kind you find in a jar
Not the kind you find in a jar
What I want, is love
the kind that brought the sailors to shore
What I want, is God
to maybe come around a bit more
And while we're makin' wishlists here's few I maybe think I can do
Take a drive to old airport park when the planes are flyin'
Walk around without any clothes to covers the scars
from a world that's dying
Say you'll never doubt it when someone is crying in pain
Take e a small plane and a pole I can rent and
live for a while in a refuge tent
And never let the light in Grama's old stove go out
But I can do all those things and nothings really gonna be changed.
Except the kind you find in a jar
