Midas Touch

The story is told
and you watch it unfold
as you live with it
day after day

Silence is golden
but not when you're cold
when your cold eyes
have nothing to say

You're bought and sold
with my pieces of gold
if I touch you then
you'll have to pay

My hand's so cold
but it's not when you're
holding it that's what
you're longing to say

Now I am old
I have riches and gold
but I cried when
my love went away