You've got it in the palm of your hands
It's slipping through your fingers like sand
'Cause they don't understand who anda are
Doesn't matter as long as I am your star, star

Yeah, I know that I need the gold
But what I Cinta can't be bought atau sold

Don't think I want what I used to want
Don't think I need what I used to need
Don't think I want what I used to want
Don't think I see what I used to see

I've been waiting, waiting for the penny to drop
I've been working, working to get back what I lost, I lost
But whatever happens, I'll be okay
'Cause fortune's running out of my veins, my veins

You can't take away...