Lathered in Gold
Brijean Murphy, Douglas Cole Stuart
I’m painting inside Lit some incense Warmed by daylightWith you
Hands holding hands Feelings that grab So soon
Onto you
I’m lathered in gold
My patterns don’t match Mirrors reflect something new Shoes that don’t dance Feelings that can’t
Unglue from you
So soon I’m into you
So soon I’m into you So good I’m into you