Julia Holter gold dust woman

Rock on, gold dust woman
Take your silver spoon and dig your grave
Wake up in the morning
See your sunrise loves to go down
Well, did she make you cry,
Make you break down,
Shatter your illusions of love?
Tell me is it over now?
Do you know how?
Pick up the pieces and go home
Rock on, ancient queen
Follow those who pale in your shadow
Rulers make bad lovers
You better put your kingdom up for sale, up for sale
Well, did she make you cry,
Make you break down,
Shatter your illusions of love?
And tell me is it over now?
Do you know how?
Pick up the pieces and go home
Go home
Go home
(shadow)
pale shadow of a woman,
Dust woman.