Chela - Handful of Gold

You look ready for a ride, no matter how hard they try
I'm not gonna open wide, I won't ever be the type
I'm fine with the hand made things, I'll never betray this skin
I'm not gonna play to win, take down in the wrestling ring
I won't prepare to stop, you're not gonna fuck it up
I'm foolish in the thought, no need of a restaurant
I'm up in a one man band, I don't need to hold a hand
I'm not gonna start a tab, I'm glad to be all I am

Don't have pity on me
Don't have pity on me
Don't have pity on me
Oh, no
Don't have pity on me
Don't have pity on me
Don't have pity on me
Oh, no

I want you close, but I don't know if I can hold on to you, no
I want to go but I don't know if I can hold on to you, no
In the middle of the night, in the house of my dreams
On the old marble floor, with a handful of gold
I won't hold on
In the middle of the night, in the house of my dreams
On the old marble floor, with a handful of gold

You look ready for a ride no matter who caught your eye
I'm not gonna look to find there's a lump of gold inside
I'm up in a one man stand, I don't need to hold a hand
I'm not gonna start a tab, I'm up and I gotta admit

Get away he-heart! Get away he-heart!
Get away he-heart! Get away he-heart!
Heart...
Get away he-heart! Get away he-heart!
Get away he-heart! Get away he-heart!
Heart...
Oh no

I want you close, but I don't know if I can hold on to you, no
I want to go but I don't know if I can hold on to you, no
In the middle of the night, in the house of my dreams
On the old marble floor, with a handful of gold
I won't hold on
In the middle of the night, in the house of my dreams
On the old marble floor, with a handful of gold
I want you close, but I don't know if I can hold on to you, no
In the middle of the night, in the house of my dreams
On the old marble floor, with a handful of gold
I won't hold on
In the middle of the night, in the house of my dreams
On the old marble floor, with a handful of gold.