Gold ring.   My heart string.   I have nothing,   but a gold ring.      I took a pastel picture.   My head was in a jar.   And I know just where she keeps it,   to keep her friends this close.   There's a crack in the crystal glass,   and I know that this will all pass.      She took it apart with a piece of the picture,   now I can't get back to that place... (yeahhh..)   and I know that when she sees it,   she keeps her friends this close.   There's a crack in the crystal glass,   and it holds the memories of our past.      Gold ring.   My heart string,   I am nothing,    but an old dream.