Bag of Gold
Girard
Bag of Gold
(Verse 1)
You started out with dreams that were pure,
Chasing a future you thought would endure,
But somewhere along the way, you lost your way,
Traded your soul for a brighter payday.
You built your empire, brick by brick,
But the higher you climbed, the more you’d slip,
The riches are heavy, they weigh you down,
But your heart’s a ghost that can’t be found.
(Pre-Chorus)
You thought gold would fix the cracks inside,
But now you’re hollow, with nothing to hide,
You’ve got all the things you once dreamed of,
But what’s the use when you’ve lost your love?
(Chorus)
You’re carrying a bag of gold,
But it’s burning your hands, it’s taking its toll,
You’ve traded your heart, now you’ve got the prize,
But the weight of the world is in your eyes.
You’re holding a bag of gold,
But the riches don’t heal the pain you’ve sold,
The more you take, the less you feel,
A bag of gold, but the wound’s still real.
(Verse 2)
You smile for the cameras, you dance in the light,
But it’s only a mask, it’s not who you’re inside,
You thought the money would make you whole,
But it’s leaving you empty, you’ve sold your soul.
You’ve got the mansion, the car, the fame,
But you don’t remember how to play the game,
Your dreams turned to dust, you’re standing alone,
With a bag of gold and no place to call home.
(Pre-Chorus)
You thought gold would fix the cracks inside,
But now you’re hollow, with nowhere to hide,
You’ve got all the things you once dreamed of,
But what’s the use when you’ve lost your love?
(Chorus)
You’re carrying a bag of gold,
But it’s burning your hands, it’s taking its toll,
You’ve traded your heart, now you’ve got the prize,
But the weight of the world is in your eyes.
You’re holding a bag of gold,
But the riches don’t heal the pain you’ve sold,
The more you take, the less you feel,
A bag of gold, but the wound’s still real.
(Bridge)
You were searching for something that money can’t buy,
But now all you have is the tears you deny,
The gold can’t bring back what you let slip away,
And now you’re just counting the price you must pay.
The world’s full of treasures, but none of them last,
And the bag of gold is a heavy contrast
To the love that you lost, the life you left behind,
Now the wealth’s all you have, and it’s running out of time.
(Chorus)
You’re carrying a bag of gold,
But it’s burning your hands, it’s taking its toll,
You’ve traded your heart, now you’ve got the prize,
But the weight of the world is in your eyes.
You’re holding a bag of gold,
But the riches don’t heal the pain you’ve sold,
The more you take, the less you feel,
A bag of gold, but the wound’s still real.
(Outro)
You’re walking alone with that bag of gold,
Chasing a dream that’s growing cold,
The riches won’t save you, no matter how bold,
A bag of gold, but your soul’s been sold.