Golden gates
San Francisco
Let your yellow hair down
Can I climb your strings
As your feet lay my gun
Cause I can't shake the morning
It comes one way or another
It comes into my room like a mother
In the morning
Don't let the shell come between us
Truth is the freshest fruit
Stargazer what are you going to do
Born at the end of the year
Born at the end of the year
Born at the end of the year
Born at the end of the year
Can anybody hear me
I speak clearly
You don't need to crowd in near
To hear me
Don't let the shell come between us
Truth is the freshest fruit
Stargazer what are you going to do