Out of nowhere the solid gold man is a statue
Paranoia keeps me watching to see if his head would move
Street dancers in a brigade are flashing what mothers made
My costume is custom sewn in colors of thread I own
Solid Gold
The treatment of the sun
Your placement in the crowd
Your purpose unknown
I’m out of service my cell phone is blocked by the trombones
She’s not trying to annoy me but sticks and stones will break me like words will
White birds are flying in a pattern like fighter planes
Dark shadows cover the ground to make you think they’re around you
Solid Gold
The treatment of the sun
Your placement in the crowd
Your purpose unknown
Solid Gold
The treatment of the sun
Your placement in the crowd
Your purpose unknown
Solid Gold
The treatment of the sun
Your placement in the crowd
Your purpose unknown