Arms wrapped around each other in the cool green grass A slow gallop picks up speed A parade of sunlight combusting yellow sparks Across the plain run the yellow mares Procession of flashes light up our faces My girlfriend smiles and wets her lips in the sun I on my way to becoming prince of golden dreams Drown my face in the sunshine of her being She gets up and lets fall a thousand golden flakes Shake off slowly all that kissing In the tender brightness of our storm I get up as well and reach towards her My arm brushes her neck causing fire sparks In the friction of love She rolls into me and we slow gaze at each other for a while In our golden embrace We notice our possible future Ahead of us A stream of sunlight
The wild gallop of golden desire A chance to mount the yellow mares