Solid Gold - Wills

All of my gold can turn to bronze

And all of my walls of trust can fall in my two palms

Although my hands, they stained with rust beneath the gold

Yeah but it feels so precious

Yeah but it feels so precious

If it turns to rust, believe me, if you hold on so close

It’ll turn back to gold

If it turns to rust, believe me, if you hold on so close

It’ll turn back to gold

Solid gold, turn back to, turn back to

Solid gold, turn back to, turn back to

Solid gold, turn back to, turn back to

Solid gold, turn back to, turn back to

Solid gold, turn back to, turn back to

Solid gold, turn back to, turn back to

Solid gold, turn back to, turn back to

Solid gold, turn back to, turn back to

Cast the first storms you

And on the rockiest roads

If the trees cast shades, keep bright beneath the palms

And the calm will never calm the storm, it never stops

Yeah but it feels so precious

Yeah but it feels so precious

If it turns to rust, believe me, if you hold on so close

It’ll turn back to gold

If it turns to rust, believe me, if you hold on so close

It’ll turn back to gold

Solid gold, turn back to, turn back to

Solid gold, turn back to, turn back to

Solid gold, turn back to, turn back to

Solid gold, turn back to, turn back to

Solid gold, turn back to, turn back to

Solid gold, turn back to, turn back to

Solid gold, turn back to, turn back to

Solid gold, turn back to, turn back to