Angels

Your love is gold

Your love is soul

Your love is kind

Your love, it floats

Oh, do you mind?

If I slide over

Girl, I’m ridin’ sober

Tell me will you love me when I'm old and frail?

Oh, tell me will you love me when I'm full and pale?

I got things on my mind that I need to tell

Oh, I got things on my mind, I've been dreaming well

Pulling out my Porsche out my 16 car garage

Pulling out my Porsche taking rides up to the stars

Flip that to a saucer, I got dreams and no alarms

Then flip that to a beach house where I'm already in charge

'Cause your love is gold

Your love is soul

Your love is kind

Your love, it floats

Oh, do you mind?

If I slide over

Girl, I’m ridin’ sober

Tell me will you love me when I'm just a ghost?

Oh, tell me will you love me when I'm dead and cold?

I got things on my plate that I need to shelve

Oh, I ain't got no time to be here by myself

Pulling out their cameras out their six-speed stalling cars

Pulling out their cameras as we trip the boulevard

I know when they see me they'll be glad that they took part

And I know when they reach me I'll be flirting with the Gods

'Cause your love is gold

Your love is soul

Your love is kind

Your love, it floats

Oh, do you mind?

If I slide over

Girl, I’m ridin’ sober