Theres a gold shadow seeping through the door Theres a cold sparrow lying still upon the floor Dead and true as lipstick Slow as the speed of skin Theres a gold, gold shadow growing from within Theres a bent willow in the moonlight painted blue Theres a spent window silhouetting you Deep and true as whiskey Soft and sure as lies Theres a bent, bent willow reflecting in your eyes But now theres a girl out in a boat Her arms are outstretched and shes barely afloat Theres a man on the shore, a rope in his hands Its tied to the boat, and hes 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 Has he been here before? Nobodys sure Theres a silver distance, a luminescent glimpse Theres a river of resistance, dried to cracks upon your lips Brittle as believing Sticky as betrayal Theres 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 Has he been here before? Has he been here before?
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