British India - The Golden Years lyrics

It makes me nervous and I know why This secret service this dead end guy And ever since I was a young man I've been waiting for right now Take off your name tag, push through the crowd I haven't seen you in months and months Been snorting diamonds and stealing cars And everytime I see you these days It feels like we never met I can't remember, I can't forget It's the angel complication You've got to get there your own way man Then you've just got to do it again It's the angel being questioned You've got to get there your own way man Then you've just got to do it again I think about us now and then These golden years that we're drowning in We'll spend our whole lives trying To get to a place we don't want to be Take off your t-shirt, lie next to me It's the angel complication You've got to get there your own way man Then you've got to do it again It's the angel being wasted Reminding me one again, that I have no friends I'm alone and I'll end up as dead as everyone else It's the angel complication You've got to get there your own way man Then you've got to do it again It's the angel on the pavement She sings a song that lasts forever But I hate to remember I forget as hard as I can