Dead Meadow

The golden cloud

Dead Meadow


the stars they shine too bright in the sky 
If I could open my eyes 
I'd be burned alive 
The black it moves between them 
I hope lve 
it never leaves them as it sometimes seems to me the gold 
it falls From the sun up 
above in heaven's shower of undying love 
It's substance never leaves us 
but forms they do deceive us 
So there's light to see the golden cloud 
that hangs about the mountain peaks 
the silver stream that runs beneath your feet 
the black it moves between them 
I hope love it never leaves them 
as it never leaves me