Long leg shadows up to her waist Beautiful as she runs away A silhouette aganist the meadows And she loves the color yellow Strong like steel and fragile like a bird Says something shocking makes sure you heard Then she throws her head back laughing We watch the days the months the years passing Searching for that pot of gold Everything new is getting old And she just wants something real Something she can feel In cricket fields where angels pasture She kissed a boy and lingered after A taste of life and love what could be Oh just a taste innocent and free Searching for that pot of gold Everything new is getting old And she just wants something real Something she can feel In haunted woods shes queen he's pharaoh He saves the dragon saves the sparrow Flesh and blood and bone and marrow We're the bow and shes the arrow Searching for that pot of gold Everything new is getting old And she just wants something real Something she can feel Something she can feel