Leopold and His Fiction - Golden Friends

you pray now that you are gone another chance will be rest upon your fate
when the morning time does come and still youre unsure what you desire
you fall down onto your knees this is your kingdom these are your dreams, ain’t that right?
you come around to hold my hand but i cant ever be what you require

packed my case and took me by the arm as to not alarm all of my golden friends
disenchanted by the sound of your thoughts as you road them all the way outside
let it bleed from me as just another invitation
in the morning i awoke and there you was right between my legs

for your own sake
in the eloquent trance of your deep device
for your own sake
its all over and now you're much too late

you been gone away too long when i finally met you at the station
yes you pretend, you aimlessly hide, yes you implied you was staying
and all the while in no time now you come running back
knocking at my door
cause its the same ol’ thing
and its 4am
and it happens all the time

for your own sake
in the cannon of a clear and strange dream
for your own sake
ive got to make it clear it was worth the wait
for your own sake
its all over and now you’re much to late