Everything Turns Gold Lyrics - Singles - George Watsky

Chorus- Mieka Pauley 

When the sun sets on the city 

it's something to behold 

Cause when the sun sets on the city 

everything turns gold 

for now you're young and pretty 

and you'll be lovely when you're old 

Cause when the sun sets on the city 

everything turns gold 

Verse 1- Watsky 

The frog in my throat was the size of a mutt 

The fat toad ate the butterflies in my gut 

the dog in me knows that it's a bitch in dark black 

so i spit the frog out and i took my bark back 

Till that i'd been afraid of night 

my cradle never stayed in sight 

it might have all abated if i played it right 

i hated trynna find and face a place i didn't dare go 

diving with the worms and liking looking like a scarecrow 

do a mellow jig instead of tripping off a dollar 

i'll just skip the yellow brick with wicker sticking out my collar 

it's all or nothing i'll be cultured when i'm older 

fuck a parrot, i don't care i'll feed the vulture on my shoulder 

(polly want a collarbone?) 

try the lake for fish 

or just say yes to yesterday break it and make a wish 

i ate dirt as a baby, i did it for the flavor 

in a couple years i'll let the dirt return the favor 

Chorus 

Verse 2- Gift of Gab 

Yeah 

I used to consider the riches and the props 

And the houses and the fame and the fortune, everything 

Seems when you get here, there seems more desirable 

All that old fear (?) doesn't leave, it's inside of you 

Everything material, it passes like the night'll do 

Into day 

Came and went away 

Nothing penetrates the void that illustrates the noise 

Mental states annoyed with a attitude of zero gratitude that may destroy 

Beneath the lies is truth though 

You seek and find the proof 

Only place to be is here 

Dig in, peep it how the roots grow 

From out of nowhere into nothingness and back 

Constantly expresses everything and everyone 

And acting as a thread 

Arm Leg Leg Arm Head 

Karma that you spread 

May be relived again after you live again after you're dead 

Until you merge into the blissful field of mighty power 

But time is an illusion, all of it's within you now 

Bridge- Watsky 

The sun is going down 

drink another round 

play until you fold 

paint the city gold 

remember what you've heard 

don't say another word 

until you shake your bottle up and spray a little on the curb 

remember what you own 

take the sunset home 

if no one's out right now, 

i hope you know you're not alone 

try to find some nights 

to watch the shining lights 

park see the city sparkle out on diamond heights 

all those attractive glass spires 

that we love to stack higher 

I'm starting grass fires 

when my car backfires after four flat tires 

rolling off road to avoid the bad drivers 

coming back home and I climb the walls into the sky on tall risers 

to make it all brighter 

blaze your lighters up 

raise your cider cup 

and let's pull an all-nighter 

Chorus (x2)