Midas Lyrics - Picture House

(Browne/Maitland) 

Midas was sitting alone on the brink 

It was only his time he was wasting 

Holding a photograph framed with silver 

He just couldn't turn into gold 

And you won't believe the things that he'd say 

He sits in the shade of the dreams that escaped him 

She comes to him in his mind 

Drifts in and out of his time 

From a place with no day and no night 

Will I be alright 

Alright 

Alright 

Silas was shifting the dust from his memories 

So little time left for saving 

Out in the snow and she never came home 

It was hard just to live through the cold 

God only knows the things that he says 

Are tricks of the trade to save from remembering 

(Chorus) 

God only knows the things that he says 

Are tricks of the trade to save from remembering 

(Chorus)