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?
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?