Bill Beare - The Chosen Lyrics

The one with the golden touch
The touch, perhaps a touch too much
One such we'll have to watch a lot
Out of the blue, crashing through
We are no match for you
How can we prepare for you and what you've got?

You are the golden child
No one like you for quite a while
Sharp as a knife with a bright disarming smile
Dashing flair, charm to spare
A rare fresh breath of air
How can we prepare for you and all your guile?

You're all of a sudden up in the sky
Which one of us doesn't wonder why?

I throw my hands up; what else can I do?
The chorus stands up, all for you
Call in the army, call in the priests
Calling everyone, the beauties and the beasts
You are the chosen, frozen in time
Can you stop or help us lose our minds before we fall?

As they sanctify you
Who could crucify you?
Just like the other guy you seem to portray
Be aware, lurking there
There's those who care not to share
There's nothing they're not prepared for, or to pay
Be the beautiful golden child
Set the standard be the style
Go the distance, walk the aisles; for us go all the way

It's all in the moment every time
And this is your moment; it's your time
Some will fawn and some will simply sigh
But you just be the one, go on and don't ask why

I throw my hands up; what else can I do?
Calling everyone even the deceased