Gary Moore

City Of Gold

(Jack Bruce/Gary Moore/Kip Hanrahan)
In my home of sand outside the city of gold
The wind's so burning hot but my heart remains so cold
I need to buy myself some answers
But the truth's already been sold.

Well I know how to use a razor
Carve my initials in the light
Yes I know how to use a razor
Carve my initials in the light
But sometimes in the depth of the dark, baby
I can make everything all right.

In my home of sand outside the city of gold
Well the wind's so burning hot but my heart remains so cold
The shelter in your eyes, I dream about it when I die
Thirst for it when I cry

My meal of salt upon that table of stone
My meal of salt upon that table of stone
Your feat's so sweet while I thirst here all alone.

In my home of sand outside the city of gold