That
scratched up hummingbird
Hanging on the wall with a broken wing
Can't put a price on what it's worth
Even with them rusty strings
It ain't much to the naked eye Smells like smoke and neon light
But when you pick it up You can hear heaven sing
That's gold to me I love to hold her close and hear it breathe
Precious gold to me A work of art cut from the heart of some lonely
old spruce tree
One of one under the sun
The master's masterpiece Gold to me
She said it's been broken bad Walked out on and left for dead
It's still beats but it's got cracks From cupid's arrowheads
It used to love deep and true But after being so lied to
She finds security in the shallow where it treads
That's gold to me
I love to hold her close and feel her breathe
She's precious gold to me
She's a work of art cut from the stars by
the hands that hold the seeds One of one under the sun
The master's masterpiece Gold to me
And those little
angel babies We made out of true love
Are more precious than anything Anything under heaven above
Gold to me I love to hold her close and feel her breathe
They're gold to me
They're a work of art cut from the
stars by the hands that hold the seeds
They're one of one under the sun A master's masterpiece
Whoa, whoa,
gold to me
Gold to me