When I got your call saying things would be a whole lot better,
promised are all that we ever gave each other,
a little friend that I met when I was far away,
I will never see you again, but your smile is still on my mind.
Every breath, every breath is a good as gold to me
I did not feel bad when they said that I would come of age,
imaginary friends are much more than a topic of conversation,
"give up your dreams boy", is whay I heard, but I would not listen,
I was busy holding hands and playing in the sun,
Every breath, every breath is a good as gold to me