Golden Boy

Golden Boy (金童) - Maria Hazell

Candle lights were burning and the mirrors were fogging

Baby I've been here before it's hurting like heaven

Now I'm praying to a god that I don't even believe in

That in the morning after you gonna ask to come again

Gonna ask to come again

I guess when you fly

Too close to the sun

Though it's far gone

It's still burning you up

Maybe I'm flying too close to the sun

Looks can be deceiving though you say you're genuine

Got your reasons they don't rhyme ain't that the way you win

Over thinking conversations that we never had

And in the morning after you gone

I think I'm going mad

I think I'm going mad

I guess when you fly

Too close to the sun

Though it's far gone

It's still burning you up

Maybe I'm flying too close to the sun

Yeah yeah

How could it be that I'm high on cloud nine

Drunk on attention and you are my wine

Maybe I'm flying too close to the sun

How could it be that I'm high on cloud nine

Drunk on attention and you are my wine

Maybe I'm flying too close to the sun

I guess when you fly

Too close to the sun

Though it's far gone

It's still burning you up

Maybe I'm flying too close to the sun

Sun