The Golden Years Lyrics & Chords By British India

It makes me nervous and I know why
This secret service this dead end guy
And ever since I was a young man
I've been waiting for right now
Take off your name tag, push through the crowd
I haven't seen you in months and months
Been snorting diamonds and stealing cars
And everytime I see you these days
It feels like we never met
I can't remember, I can't forget
It's the angel complication
You've got to get there your own way man
Then you've just got to do it again
It's the angel being questioned
You've got to get there your own way man
Then you've just got to do it again
I think about us now and then
We'll spend our whole lives trying
To get to a place we don't want to be
Take off your t-shirt, lie next to me
It's the angel complication
You've got to get there your own way man
Then you've got to do it again
It's the angel being wasted
Reminding me one again, that I have no friends
I'm alone and I'll end up as dead as everyone else
It's the angel complication
You've got to get there your own way man
Then you've got to do it again
It's the angel on the pavement
She sings a song that lasts forever
But I hate to remember
I forget as hard as I can