In the centre of a broken heart, there's a riot going on 
Tried to stop before my quiet mind, lost control
I'm surrounded by an iron gate, in a graveyard for my thoughts 
All the memories that I've engraved, they come to life 

Since I'm building up inside these colours die
An endless ride waits for me, oohh

In the hollow of a wishing well, silver coins are falling down 
While the water keeps on running dry, I'm diving in 
Pay the fee come in to stand and stare, eyes are blind to what is there 
Pull the strings and watch the puppet dance, or cut him loose 

Held too tight I cannot breathe, I feel the claws digging in restricted 
Stripped of thought, I feel exposed
I've been found out, I've been brought down so jaded, ooh

The boy with the golden hair
The boy with the golden hair
The boy with the golden hair
The boy with the golden hair
The boy with the golden hair
The boy with the golden hair
The boy with the golden hair