always on the lookout


Gold turns to silver in my hands so I'm glazing at the sky
I really hope my new star doesn't turn to dust
You think I'm playing with you but I'm just afraid to lose
I'm trying hard to find my way to keep you

When I get it all, I, I reach for more
But I can't find entrance, where is the entry?
Can't find entrance, where is the entry?
So where is the entry?


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