Golden Streams

Golden stream In the cold It turns to ice Runs down my knees in fright Golden stream Turns from warm to cold In frightful time In the frozen dead of night The golden stone builds the golden road to heaven Held up high by golden streams of ice My golden bone meets the golden bun Buns held high in our dreams of men Golden streams of ice In the cold Hold up a city of gold That lives in broad daylight Two golden streams Run down my cheeks When buns are deprived Of my dreams of men I hold the golden bone on the golden road to heaven Held up high by golden streams of ice The golden bone belongs in golden bun Bone and bun held high in my dreams of us My golden wand waves down your golden rod Our gold held high in sunny breezy sky Then a stream of gold released from golden stone Erupts late at night and melts the winter ice The golden streams The golden streams The golden streams ... --- Golden Streams - The Hidden Cameras