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Old Money, New Tears - ArlenaZara
The driveway's empty but the garage holds two cars
Gated community beneath the same cold stars
Champagne in the flute, crystal clear and bright
But the bubbles rise with the silence of the night
We toast to fortune, the success we finally found
On manicured lawns and solid, hollow ground
The Persian rugs are fine, the silk is smooth to touch
But we've paid for everything by giving up too much
We got that old money, new tears flowing in the dark
A gilded cage existence, a dying lonely spark
We bought the dream house, we settled all the debts
We cashed the future and ignored all the regrets
The vault is overflowing, but the bed is cold
And why nothing left to purchase to numb us, die inside
It's a wealthy kind of weeping behind a heavy door
Old money can't buy back the love we had before
The thermostat is set to 72, a perfect temperature for missing you
The staff is quite efficient keeping things pristine
Hiding all the mess behind a polished, perfect scene
I wear the diamonds, you wear the expensive suits
We lost the simple magic in chasing up the roots
Of all this hollow power, all this empty gain
Trading simple happiness for this exclusive pain
We got that old money, new tears flowing in the dark
A gilded cage existence, a dying lonely spark
We bought the dream house, we settled all the debts
We cashed the future and ignored all the regrets
The vault is overflowing, but the bed is cold
And why nothing left to purchase to numb us, die inside
It's a wealthy kind of weeping behind a heavy door
Old money can't buy back the love we had before
Price tag on this lifestyle never did reveal the cost of losing everything that felt real
We're high up on the mountain and away from the struggle and the strife
But we're disconnected from the meaning of a life
We made it to the top, we got the corner suite
But the victory tastes bitter, tasted of defeat
We got that old money, new tears flowing in the dark
A gilded cage existence, a dying lonely spark
We bought the dream house, we settled all the debts
We cashed the future and ignored all the regrets
The vault is overflowing, but the bed is cold
And why nothing left to purchase to numb us, die inside
It's a wealthy kind of weeping behind a heavy door
Old money can't buy back the love we had before
Old money, new tears, living out our wealthy fears
Empty bank accounts of love, we're lost out here
Old money, new tears, nothing can fix us, my dear