A still pond is rippled
By thorns from a yellow rose
Though now at the bottom
This creek runs gold
Flee to islands in the east
Before we back pedal too far
Dip our heels into the bay
It never bit so hard
Stand down my dear
We'll survive this one
Against all odds
I can't break this silence
Wide awake and lying
Arms stretched out in false pretenses
East pleading my case
Show me the way
I'll follow your lead
I'll be behind you
Through fire and frost
Dance the way the trees do
To the songs the birds sing
Very quietly, very silently
Run this rose across the pond
But don't get close
Grasp this flower
Hold it tight
Mind it's thorns
The bottom of the pond
With yellow rose still in hand
Hold it
Silently you sink
Though now at the bottom
My blood runs gold