spooky mooky - Golden on the Water

Low light, slow sight
Golden on the water, golden on the water
Mmm, gold, gold, gold, gold
Chrome teeth
Cold and freezing when
I breathe
Waiting in the garden where the red vines creep
I feel the heat against my skin
Ten miles down before the weekend can begin
No pressure in the lungs, no salt upon my tongue
I see the vision coming clear
Golden on the water, golden on the water