You’re like gold dust, it rains over me. A foreign sun that I thought I’d never see; You’re like gold dust.
Oh don’t change ever, no don’t change. There’s a hollow in this house whenever you go.
You’re like gold dust, it rains over me. A foreign sun my eyes thought I’d never see. You’re like gold dust.
Keep coming down that street, there’s a hollow in this house whenever you go.
You’re like gold dust.
Model: Regina Fountain
