The Golden River

Silver gnomes all in my dome and cameras can finally roam By themselves, they've got hearts to moan to moan And friends of mine have got friends with coke Oh, rabbit, rabbit, you've this habit of breaking legs and nouveau carat And my heart has passe

You're not in the park And you're not in the ditch Where did you run? oh did you meet the rich? I don't mind saying you were my garden So realize and realize and foul vacations You're not in the park And you're not in the ridge Oh where did you run?

What is a city without lines, a forest floor? With some children that don't work no more I am the bush that peeks through blinds Don't fall behind, rain makes their sheets For high-tide bakers who bake fancy cakes for magistrative sensitives And anyo