SILVER SHADOW

The moment that you changed...

Like eyes adjust to morning sunlight.

Can you now,finally see?...

All of the meaning in your life?


It's an olive day outside.
The color of the day that I died.


Slow me down,

and hold my hand through this...

Cradle me,I will not resist...

Again.


You fight against the waves,

determined not to be so shallow.

As you stand face to face,

talking with your silver shadow.


It's an olive day outside...
Bringing forth,those frost blue nights.


Slow me down,

and hold my hand through this...

Wake me up,I will not resist.

You're silent and motionless,
they say it's hopeless...Well I have hope for you...

I have hope for you...

Please just wake up...