Dreams are where I rest my head And it's so beautiful Upon no consequence Breathing life into the dead It never worked before Will never work again What If I can take this broken glass What if i can take it and try and make what I used to have What if I can shine you up and spray Another shade with a little paint And pretend that you are gold Pretend that you are gold When everything is old Pretend that you are gold Pain covered up in paint Why do I glorify A sinner playing saint I'd be lying if I say It doesn't feel good Living in what I made When I pretend that you are gold