Gold & Stone

I used to have the Midas touch,
Everything would turn to gold.
But I guess I used it far too much,
Because now everything just turns to stone.

They used to call me Medusa,
On the playground days at school.
It was a game my classmates used to play,
Don’t look into my eyes was their only rule.

They said I’d turn them into stone,
My hair was made of snakes.
They said there was a look in my eye,
That made their earthly bones quake.

I know it was just a game,
But I think they truly meant it.
I would never turn anyone into stone,
But they knew my eyes were different.

I grew up and learned to spin,
All things into gold.
They said my eyes had a sparkle,
It was the others that were cold.

Well this gold was quite lovely,
I had friends and social affairs.
Everyone wanted to know me,
All of the young men stared.

Yes I had the Midas touch,
But even that was cursed.
I turned my lover into gold,
The weight of it all crushed.

Yes I had a golden lover,
Wish I could reverse the curse;
And turn him back into flesh,
This is what hurts the worst.

So what is the difference,
Whether they’re gold or stone?
What is the significance?
I still ended up alone.

Yes he still turned into stone.
Yes he still turned into stone.

-Afterglow