|
In the painted silver light |
|
I watched you gently move |
|
Now, in the cold early dawn |
|
I long to have that vision in my head again |
|
Conjure, as I may |
|
My guilt just won't let me sleep |
|
Now I know what it means |
|
To have and to hold, to let go and to lose |
|
In the screaming silence |
|
I try to lose myself |
|
There is no hiding place |
|
No hiding place |
|
Here they come again, all those voices |
|
They'll be with me till the end |
|
Maybe it helps the pain, how would I know? |
|
I never slow down long enough |
|
But ain't life funny |
|
I don't know if I will ever see you again |
|
In the painted silver light I watched |
|
Oh, and I'll keep on watching you |
|
In the screaming silence |
|
I try to lose myself |
|
There is no hiding place |
|
No hiding place |
|
In the screaming silence, oh yeah |
|
I try to lose myself |
|
There is no hiding place |
|
No hiding place |
|
Seven days I watched the sun come rising |
|
No sleep for the wicked |
|
Seven nights I lie awake |
|
While my mind drifted across valley and streams |
|
Shadows everywhere |
|
Oh, but I search, search for some kind of sign |
|
In the painted silver light I'll come running |
|
Oh, running |
|
In the screaming silence |
|
I try to lose myself |
|
There is no hiding place |
|
No hiding place |
|
In the screaming silence, oh yeah |
|
I try to lose myself |
|
There is no hiding place |
|
No hiding place |
