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