Mates Of State - Middle Is Gold

Catch them when you can, 'cause it takes them to know
Who, can you tell me, who do you love?
You ought to know things will never be the same, boy
Middle is gold and gold does not forgive

That's enough to drive you mad

Nora's on the step trying to make a mama go

You ought to know things will never be the same, boy
Who, can you tell me
Middle is gold and gold does not forgive

Tempered on the block, and a black-ade is a must
You ought to know things will never be the same, boy
Who, can you tell me
Middle is gold, and who do you love?

That's enough to drive you mad