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