The Golden State - JOHN DOE

You are

The hole in my head

I am

The pain in your neck

You are

The lump in my throat

I am

The aching in your heart

We are tangled

We are stolen

We are living where things are hidden

You are

Something in my eye

And I am

The shiver down your spine

You are

On the lick of my lips

And I am

On the tip of your tongue

We are tangled

We are stolen

We are buried up to our necks in sand

We are luck

We are fate

We are the feeling you get

In the golden state

We are love

We are hate

We are the feeling I get

When you walk away

Walk away

Well you are

The dream in my nightmare

I am

That falling sensation

You are

Not needles and pills

I am

Your hangover morning

We are tangled

We are stolen

We are living

Where things are hidden

We are luck

We are fate

We are the feeling

You get in the golden state

We are love

We are hate

We are the feeling

I get when you walk away

Walk away

Walk away

You are

The hole in my head

You are

The pain in your neck

You are

The lump in my throat

I am

The aching in your heart