[Intro]
F#m        D 
Gleaming, twinkling 
A          E      F#m       D 
Eyes like sinking ships on waters 
A              E 
So inviting, I almost jump in
[Refrain]
F#m 
I don't like a gold rush, gold rush 
               D 
I don't like anticipatin' my face in a red flush 
                  A 
I don't like that anyone would die to feel your touch 
           E 
Everybody wants you 
                                           F#m 
Everybody wonders what it would be like to love you 
  
Walk past, quick brush 
                   D 
I don't like slow motion, double vision in rose blush 
                   A 
I don't like that falling feels like flying 'til the bone crush 
           E 
Everybody wants you but I don't like a gold rush
[Strophe]
G                D                    A 
What must it be like to grow up that beautiful? 
  
With your hair falling into place like dominos 
G           D                  A 
  I see me padding across your wooden floors 
  
With my Eagles t-shirt hanging from the door 
G                               D                       A 
  At dinner parties, I call you out on your contrarian shit 
                                                                  G 
And the coastal town we wandered 'round had nеver seen a love as pure as it 
             D                         E 
And thеn it fades into the gray of my day-old tea ‘cause it could never be
[Refrain]
      F#m 
Cause I don't like a gold rush, gold rush 
               D 
I don't like anticipatin' my face in a red flush 
                  A 
I don't like that anyone would die to feel your touch 
           E 
Everybody wants you 
                                           F#m 
Everybody wonders what it would be like to love you 
  
Walk past, quick brush 
                   D 
I don't like slow motion, double vision in rose blush 
                   A 
I don't like that falling feels like flying 'til the bone crush 
           E 
Everybody wants you but I don't like a gold rush
[Strophe]
G                D                    A 
What must it be like to grow up that beautiful? 
  
With your hair falling into place like dominos 
G                D              A 
  My mind turns your life into folklore 
  
I can't dare to dream about you anymore 
G                                     D                      A 
  At dinner parties I won't call you out on your contrarian shit 
                                                              G 
And the coastal town we never found will never see a love as pure as it 
          D                         E 
'Cause it fades into the gray of my day-old tea ‘cause it will never be
[Outro]
F#m        D 
Gleaming, twinkling 
A          E      F#m       D 
Eyes like sinking ships on waters 
A              E 
So inviting, I almost jump in