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.