There's a gold shadow |
seeping through the door |
There's a cold sparrow |
lying still upon the floor |
Dead and true as lipstick |
Slow as the speed of skin |
There's a gold, gold shadow |
growing from within |
There's a bent willow |
in the moonlight painted blue |
There's a spent window |
silhouetting you |
Deep and true as whiskey |
Soft and sure as lies |
There's a bent, bent willow |
reflecting in your eyes |
But now there's a girl |
Out in a boat |
Her arms are outstretched |
And she's barely afloat |
There's a man on the shore, |
A rope in his hands |
It's tied to the boat, |
And he's pulling as hard as he can |
Not to bring her to him, |
But to pull the whole shore |
And the whole world with it |
To her open door |
All his voices are her |
All his voices are her |
All his voices are her |
All his voices are her |
Has he been here before? |
Nobody's sure |
There's a silver distance, |
a luminescent glimpse |
There's a river of resistance, |
dried to cracks upon your lips |
Brittle as believing |
Sticky as betrayal |
There's a silver distance |
opening up like a trail |
There was a time |
Before all the leaves |
Covered the beauty |
And they were blind, |
And they were free |
To be whatever |
They wanted to be |
But now they are just |
A prayer in a song |
And he is so sorry |
For all that went wrong |
All his voices are her |
All his voices are her |
Has he been here before? |
Has he been here before? |
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