Midas Touch - Jennifer Castle, The Weather Station

It’s the Midas Touch

It turns everything to gold

To gold?

To gold!

How ugly, how cold!

When you roam for the glorious

Alone and nefarious

Overflowing yellow everything

The other side of the coin

Is a covetous line

To be crossed at one’s own demise

Or peril, or something better

I wish you love letters

And luck in letting go

And trust from the get-go

Cause I trust no-one

As you know

It’s just fatherhood

It’s just motherhood

All apologies if I misunderstood you

It’s just fatherhood

It’s just motherhood

All apologies to our brotherhood