Your name resides not on my lips anymore
Once my king, now a splinter from my heart bore
Crowned during short lived moments of glory
Listen to my story

I’ve got gold on the soles of my shoes
But not a man in my pocket
I’ve got gold on the soles of my shoes
An empty necklace locket
I’ve got gold on the soles of my shoes
That shimmers like little black babies that come to life under the sun

We used to carry each other on the smalls of our backs
Mending walls riddled with cracks
Minds, bodies and souls in tact

I’ve got gold on the soles of my shoes
But not a single love thought to spare
I’ve got gold on the soles of my shoes
They mess you over before they leave you for dead
I’ve got gold on the soles of my shoes…
I’ve got gold on the soles of my shoes and that’s enough!