Chet Faker - Gold (Official Music Video)

You gotta know, I'm feeling love

Made of gold, I never loved her

Another one, another you

It's gotta be love I said it

You gotta know, I'm feeling love

You gotta know, I'm feeling love

You gotta know, I'm feeling love

Made of gold, I never loved her

Another one, another you

It's gotta be love I said it

I might as well be in a garden I said, ah a smell in the air is a dripping rose (you could be the one for me)

Another soul to meet my void then

Of anything bare that's made of gold

A physical kiss is nothing without it

And you close your eyes to see what it's done

The body that lies is built up on looking 'Cause all that remains before it's begun

You gotta know, I'm feeling love

Made of gold, I never loved her

Another one, another you It's gotta be love, I said it

You gotta know, I'm feeling love

Made of gold, I never loved her

Another one, another you

It's gotta be love, I said it

A heart will swell before it's hardened

With the flick of the hair, it can make you old

Another hole to dig my soul in

I'll leave anything bare that keeps me soul

A physical kiss is nothing without it

And you close your eyes to see what it's done

The body that lies is built up on looking 'Cause all that remains before it's begun

You gotta know, I'm feeling love

Made of gold, I never loved her

Another one, another you

It's gotta be love, I said it

You gotta know, I'm feeling love

Made of gold, I never loved her

Another one, another you

It's gotta be love, I said it

You gotta know, I'm feeling love

Made of gold, I never loved her

Another one, another you It's gotta be love, I said it

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