She's not sharing her lover, she wants that gold rush for herself, with his hair falling in so many places like dominos. She's singing about the bottom being like a gold rush, she's craving her lover's touch, especially in a sordid time like this. The track starts on a somber note, she's crooning in a tragic tone, sounding as if she's sinking but clearly putting up a struggle. 'Cause it fades into the gray of my day old tea Won't call you out on your contrarian shit With your hair falling into place like dominoes 'Cause I don't like a gold rush, gold rush With my Eagles t-shirt hanging from the doorĪnd then it fades into the gray of my day old tea I see me padding 'cross your wooden floors
With your hair falling into place like dominos I don't like that falling feels like flying 'til the bone crush I don't like slow motion double vision in rose blush I don't like that anyone would die to feel your touchĮverybody wonders what it would be like to love you I don't like anticipating my face in a red flush
