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 moon light

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 a whole world within

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 like a trail

There was a time

Before all the leaves

Covered the beauty

Of Adam and Eve

And they were blind

And they were free

To be whatever they wanted to be

But now they're 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?