Golden touch It happens every time your lips touch mine There's a feeling that's so divine There's magic in you I wasn't very strong till you came along You made me realize that by your side, boy Is where I belong There's a kind of magic in the air

We live, we love, we lie Hello, hello Is this a place that I call home To find what I've become Walk along the path unknown Deep in the dark I don't need the light There's a ghost inside me It all belongs to the other side (We live, we love, we lie)

Feels like my life is ready to blow Me and my love we'll take it slow I hope she knows that I'll love her long I just don't know where the hell I belong She remembers my name How optimism led me astray Two hundred things I took the wrong way But I saw

At the dark end of the street That's where we always meet Hiding in shadows where we don't belong Living in darkness, to right our wrong You and me, at the dark end of the street I know time's gonna take it's toll We have to pay for the love we stole

Feels like my life is ready to blow Me and my love we'll take it slow I hope she knows that I'll love her long I just don't know where the hell I belong She remembers my name How optimism led me astray Two hundred things I took the wrong way But I saw

(You're still the one) You're still the one I run to The one that I belong to You're still the one I want for life You're still the one that I love The only one I dream of You're still the one I kiss good night Look how far we've come my baby They said,

We could, we could belong together (ARTPOP) ARTPOP, ARTPOP, ARTPOP My ARTPOP could mean anything Just do that thing that you do A hybrid can withstand these things My heart can beat with bricks and strings Come to me, in all your glamour and cruelty And

Oh oh, sing me that song At least there's some song bringing me home Oh oh, same old song I left my soul sold, play me rock and roll It was a hard time living in the city Broke my mind, I was trying hard to fit in Somehow I tried to belong They were

It's not where I belong Windows in rooms that I'm passin' through Little boy, six years old A little too used to bein' alone Another new mom and dad, another school Another house that'll never be home When people ask him how he likes this place He looks

What You say of me (I) You say I am loved when I can’t feel a thing You say I am strong when I think I am weak When I don’t belong, oh You say that I am Yours And I believe (I), oh I believe (I) You say I am held when I am falling short I keep fighting