Midas' touch

The story is told

And you watch it unfold

As you live with it

Day after day

Silence is golden

But not when you're cold

When your cold eyes

Have nothing to say

You're bought and sold

With my pieces of gold

If I touch you then

You'll have to pay

My hand's so cold

But it's not when you're

Holding it that's what

You're longing to say

Now I am old

I have riches and gold

But I cried when

My love went away