The gold is gone, darling
Reason is losing her throne, and this I know
The gold is gone, darling
The prophet has never been wrong, and this I know
I must believe in someone
We raised the chalice gracefully
And gave ourselves unto the street that weaves its way beneath the feet of the new king
I must believe in something
I nursed you back from skin and bone and made this deathly orchid grow
Now we're witnessing the fall of Rome from the living room
You wouldn't believe the view
You said this wall's gonna hold and the human race is OK
It was the beast of the sea that confessed to me
Yeah, you said this wall's gonna hold and the human race is OK
We took a stitch from the royal tapestry
Keep clipping your wings you won't fly away
Keep on clipping your wings until the gold is gone
The gold is gone
You'd best believe in someone