For what does this man come to me?
A shiny object or a better world?
For what does this girl come to me?
Friendship and a hand to hold
The legions of demons
That circle around and around about
These people are deceiving
All lips are sealed without a shout
But...her soul is simply golden
The reason is beauty and I can tell you why
Because in her heart she's holding
Pure intentions that mirror her mind