My heart is made of gold
But my eyes are gray
What did you do?
What did you do to me?
(To me, to me)
The movie is repeating, repeating
The dry leaves don't stop falling in my yard
Driving, driving and driving
Going straight to Death Valley
Going to Death Valley
Arrows hit my heart
Now he is gray too
But I'll never stop thinking about you
And the toxic rain starts to fall again
And I'll go
And I'm going to Death Valley
(Death Valley)
