Pure Gold

Is this cold enough 
Suitably calculated 
Is it dark enough 
Bold but understated 
Is it falling over backwards 
Is it straining 
Does it feel like my own 
Does it feel like it's out of my hands 
Does it hang there uncertain, insecure 
Guess it's pure gold 

Virgin ears uncovered 
By some shaky pen 
The browbeaten unsmothered 
By some vaporous intent 
Now they're falling over backwards 
And they're straining to hear, so I ask now 
Does it feel like your own 
Does it feel like it's out of your hands 
Does it hang there uncertain, insecure 
Guess it's pure gold 

Does it feel like our own 
Does it feel like it's out of our hands 
Does it hang there uncertain, insecure 
Guess it's pure gold 
Guess it's pure gold 
Guess it's pure gold