Tell Me What You're Made Of

take all your thoughts in your head
and turn them upside down
golden brown, now you’ve found
a weird place you call home
standing still on the sand
ready to collapse
and the wrongs and the rights
the line begins to blur
tell me what you’re made of
is it gold?
I got the wrong impression
I think it’s bronze
tell me what you’re made of
is it gold?
I need a new diversion
the colours in your brain seem to fade
to a distant memory
and your friends down the trench
have vanished from the scene
all the thoughts in your head
turning upside down
the wrongs and the rights
who can really tell?
tell me what you’re made of
is it gold?
I wonder what you’re doing
in this song
tell me what you’re made of
is it bronze?
You need a new diversion
dance the santa claus samba
and believe in a dying scene
all these new restorations
left you waiting for a new bleep