Under the white blue skies, we found a place to lieSo fall in for our hands, stay till it turns blackWe found our way backOoh, I'd stay there if we couldOoh, it felt so goodGood as goldOoh, goldOoh, goldOoh, goldOoh, goldOoh, you ripped your arms around meThrew me close in your lightAnd the trees and the tall grassStay till it turns blackWe found our way backOoh, I'd stay there if we couldOoh, goldOoh, goldOoh, goldOoh, good as goldOoh, goldOoh, goldOoh, good as goldOoh, good as goldOoh, good as goldOoh, good as goldGood as gold, good as gold.