Overcalculating Lyrics - Singles - Senator And The New Republic

There's no gold in them hills 

And there's never gonna be a cloud 

With silver all around, it's just not found. 

Dirt on my window sill 

And the flowers have all turned brown. 

Dying in the cold hard ground, without a sound. 

And I can be so under appreciative 

And you can be so over calculating 

And that's alright. 

There's no gold in them hills 

And there's never gonna be a cloud 

With silver all around, it's just not found. 

And I can be so under appreciative 

And you can be so over calculating 

And I can be so over calculating 

And that's alright.