Dave Bilbrough gold or silver

Lovechild, sugar and spices
Scattered all around you
Stay awhile, say something strange
And someone may believe you
What do you get when you give your love?
It can't be gold 'cause you can't be sold
It can't be silver 'cause silver never pleased you
Like hanging around the flowers
Like honeybees do with dark eyes
Glistening with tears
'Cause heaven still eludes you