Light bleeds in through the curtain lace
Sleep on the couch, where the flowers stay
And never bloom but only fade in the Sun
I feel the bath, while I dream of the lake
I can smell the blood, purge from raw steak
By the barbecue on a summer day and the Sun

But I find you here
In the blue light of the TV
And I feel you in the wind
Through the backscreen at night
With the kitchen tile cold on my cheek
I Love you, baby

Gold satin dreamer, gold satin heart
Gold satin dreamer
Waiting for it to get dark
I wait for it to get dark

All of those dreams left out in the Sun
They run like syrup and clot like blood
Disfigured beyond recognition
In the Sun

Colors fade from my memory and even though
Other faces I forget
Yours is carved out of stone
Tryna take you out of me is like
Trying to get smoke out of wood
Love you baby

Gold satin dreamer, gold satin heart
Gold satin dreamer
Waiting for it to get dark (for it to get dark)
I wait for it to get dark