Golden Goose from ALLUVISION by Nic Gyalson

Well, I'm flying a plane with you
And you don't know where we are
Gimme the yoke, gimme the yoke

Then I'm rowing a boat with you
And you're acting like a star:
You're the stroke, you're the stroke

You know I hate when I'm unwinding on my way home
And you call me on the phone
So at least please listen to what I need to say
Or I'll leave you alone

Well, I'm waiting here for you
Even though I've got a flu
But you won't come, you won't come

So now, all those things you do
Keep me here, nervous and blue
Still at home, still at home

Beware I just can't stand to see you cash in on me
I won't be your golden goose
So don't think you are so above me
Or I'll cut you loose

My brain is working pretty fine and I am sure I got what it takes
to be what I want to become and I don't want to be stopped.
I got such great power that you could never imagine, so
I'll listen to you but then I'll find my way to the top.

• Pop
• alternative rock
• indie pop
• indie rock
• pop rock
• singer-songwriter
• Switzerland