Looks as if your nine lives have left town
 When you paint in grey and drear
 Eldorado won't appear
 To run his sword through all the fears that pull you down
 And it's okay, for the setting sun
 Will colour everything around you gold
 And it's okay, for the setting sun
 Will colour everything around you gold
 Looks as if you need a lighthouse in your dark
 Looks as if I'm now your native guide
 When the fog is drawing in
 Snarling dragons break to grin
 And trample over all the things that pull you down
 And it's okay...
 And all those pebbles in your shoes are precious stones
 And all the skeletons in closets
 Merely piles of harmless bones
 ...And it's okay, as the setting sun
 Will colour everything around you gold
 Even though it's brown, you'll
 See your old brick town go gold