Gazpacho - Gold Star

You don't have to praise me
Nor do it in creole
Not all smiles are friendly
Not all our dessert
So I've been hiding
As a part of this neighbourhood
And I'll be invisible
Among the unseen

I'm the son of an honest man
I've learned to keep the balance right
Moon beams weigh your wishes
Daydream had some answers
The nurses all told me that they smelled the morning
The silence of the streams
There's no way to get me out of this

I'm the son of an honest man
His eyes are open in the night
Moon beams weigh your wishes
Daydreams of ports and princes
The car has a bone you can use for your magic
In Egypt they were gods
And I've got this and all my voodoo dolls
When the promise ??
And the light in your palm is a snake
Don't ask me