Letra Golden Ticket de Gatsbys American Dream original

Recieved news of your misfortune
And it's scratching out my eyes, biting at my heart
But I've got something to offer
So this isn't a time to hide my hands
Still I hide my heart, still I hide my heart

This is where the rubber meets the road
Its where we forget our transgressions
And move on, I'll carry you burden
For certain you have heard
Of hands that long for you to hold them
The ticket's golden, the ticket's golden

If you want to view paradise
Simply look around and view it
It's there that you will find me listening
(You can take tomorrow, dip it in a dream)
Seperate the sorrow
Cause im tearing off my face so you wont hurt alone

Lets start today
Make your mind up, grab a weapon
Move on