Youre my favorite day dream.
Im your famous nightmare.
Everything I see looks like gold,
everything I touch goes cold.
Castles In The Snow.

Here's all I know.
Your checkered room and your velvet bow.
Your elvis songs in my ears,
that wounded voice that I hear.
Now we are bold as breathe,
we walk alone our golden crest.
We hide away from the weak.
We only look and don't speak.

Youre my favorite day dream.
Im your famous nightmare.
Everything I see looks like gold,
everything I touch goes cold.
Castles In The Snow.

Heres all I know.
Your checkered room and your velvet bow.
Your eldest songs in my ears,
that wounded voice that I hear.