Silverlake with the fakes
I've got nothing but old things
To display by the bay
An 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

Silverlake 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