Lyric City Of Gold

(Jack Bruce/Gary Moore/Kip Hanrahan)

In my home of sand outside the city of gold
The wind s so burning hot but my heart remains so cold
I need to buy myself some answers
But the truth s already been sold.

Well I know how to use a razor
Carve my initials in the light
Yes I know how to use a razor
Carve my initials in the light
But sometimes in the depth of the dark, baby
I can make everything all right.

In my home of sand outside the city of gold
Well the wind s so burning hot but my heart remains so cold
The shelter in your eyes, I dream about it when I die
Thirst for it when I cry

My meal of salt upon that table of stone
My meal of salt upon that table of stone
Your feat s so sweet while I thirst here all alone.

In my home of sand outside the city of gold
The wind s so burning hot but my heart remains so cold
I need to buy myself some aspirin
But the truth s already been sold.