Letra de 'Golden Boy' de Maria Hazell

Candle lights were burning
And the mirrors were fogging
Baby, I've been here
Before it's hurting like heaven
Now I'm praying to a God
That I don't even believe in
That in the morning
After you gonna ask to come again
Gonna ask to come again

I guess when you fly
Too close to the sun
Though it's far gone
It's still burning you up

Maybe I'm flying
Too close to the sun

Looks can be deceiving
Though you say you're genuine
Got your reasons
They don't rhyme
Ain't that the way you win?
Overthinking conversations
That we never had
And in the morning after you gone
I think I'm going mad
I think I'm going mad

I guess when you fly
Too close to the sun
Though it's far gone
It's still burning you up

Maybe I'm flying
Too close to the sun

How could it be that
I'm high on cloud nine?
Drunk on attention
And you are my wine
Maybe I'm flying too close to the sun
How could it be that
I'm high on cloud nine?
Drunk on attention
And you are my wine
Maybe I'm flying too close to the sun

I guess when you fly
Too close to the sun
Though it's far gone
It's still burning you up

Maybe I'm flying
Too close to the sun