Silver Lake
With the fakes
I've got nothing but old things

To display
By the bay
Old jeans and your gold rings


How's your faith
My mistake,

I thought you'd grow to good things
To be safe
You were late

You missed everything I've seen

Life is too rich

To waste it waiting around for you

Silver Lake

With the fakes
I've got nothing but old things
Can you take

How I ache
And make songs that the girls sing?
Does it shake

You awake
When you see what the job brings?
Anyway

My mistake
You spin straw into gold strings


Life is too rich
To waste it waiting around for you
Life is too rich

To waste it waiting around for you
Whatever you want to do