Artists and thieves walk a very thin line
And sometimes haunting truths
are found inside those rhymes

So kiss me now
In the golden room
The sun in your eyes is a golden room

And so we go each day away
And find the find we find
is never that far

From the golden room...

And I fear we've gone too far this time
And I cannot find my way back across that line
And I feel we still have so much left to show
Incase... Before we go away