Light bleeds in through the curtain lace
Sleep on the couch, where the flowers stay
And never bloom but only fade in the sun
I feel the bath, while I dream of a lake
I can smell the blood purged from raw steak
By the barbecue on a summer day in the sun
But I find you here
In the blue light of the TV
And I, I feel you in the wind
Through the backscreen at night
With the kitchen tile cold on my cheek, oh
Love you, baby
Gold satin dreamer, gold satin heart
Gold satin dreamer
Waiting for it to get dark (for it to get dark)
I wait for it to get dark
All of those dreams left out in the sun
They run like syrup and clot like blood
Disfigured beyond recognition in the sun
Colors fade from my memories and even though
Other faces I forget
Yours is carved out of stone
Trying to take you out of me is
Trying to get smoke out of wood
Love you baby
Gold satin dreamer, gold satin heart
Gold satin dreamer
Waiting for it to get dark (for it to get dark)
I wait for it to get dark (for it to get dark)
