Sohanica - Are you rich? Are you broke?

Not for a photo, 'til your body got chills,
And you lost all control.
All the shoulds and the musts, just dissolve into smoke.
In that moment, a weightless, you're finally home, oh-oh.
And I wonder, underneath the golden surface,
When the tide goes back, what remains is a treasure,
Or just hollow echoes.