Maria Hazell - Golden Boy lyrics

Candle lights were burning and the mirrors were fogging Baby I've been here before it's hurting like heaven Now I'm praying to a God that I don't even believe in That in the morning after you gonna ask to come again Gonna ask to come again I guess when you fly Too close to the sun Though it´s far gone It's still burning you up Maybe I'm flying too close to the sun Looks can be deceiving though you say you're genuine Got your reasons, they don't rhyme, ain't that the way you win? Overthinking conversations, that we never had And in the morning after you gone I think I'm going mad I think I'm going mad I guess when you fly Too close to the sun Though it's far gone It's still burning you up Maybe I'm flying too close to the sun Yeah yeah How could it be that I'm high on cloud nine? Drunk on attention and you are my wine Maybe I'm flying too close to the sun How could it be that I'm high on cloud nine? Drunk on attention and you are my wine Maybe I'm flying too close to the sun I guess when you fly Too close to the sun Though it's far gone It's still burning you up Maybe I'm flying too close to the sun