White is the make of the mend
White's the milk on the lips
White is the ray coming down at the end
White's the noise when it splits
Even now
The pouring light
O the heavy knife
When black marigolds was all you saw
When you expected feasts
Black humor's always there to fill the pause
When everything else leaves
Even now
The howling night
O the heavy knife
Shining through it all
And when it gets to the darkening
We will wag with the ghost
Zig and zag in the silver lining
Dragging sparks as we're leaving
Off
O what a scene to an end
Silver gets in
Black as our outline
White as the light
Shining through it all
