Golden Streams Lyrics - Singles - The Hidden Cameras

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 

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