Gold Shadow
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 of Adam & Eve ; 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; All his voices are her, All his voices are her; Has he been here before?; Has he been here before?; 