I can still see it all~ In my mind~ All of you, all of me~ Interwined~ I once believed~ Love would be~ Black and white~ But, It's golden~ Golden~ And, I can still see it all~ In my head~ Back and forth~ From New York~ Singing in your bed~ I once believed~ Love would be~ Burning red~ But, It's golden~ GOLDEN~ 👑🌟💫💛✨