The moon is high and it keeps rising
Standing alone I ask it kindly
To gibe back my light and ride the silver shadow
Listless and creeping the house has hope
It lets in the sun but no shadows,
Mounds of snow pile up in the corner
And I am asking it things
I know it can't help me with...
With fear in our eyes we remember
When we would sit together
And ride the silver shadows.
Standing alone I ask it kindly
To gibe back my light and ride the silver shadow
Listless and creeping the house has hope
It lets in the sun but no shadows,
Mounds of snow pile up in the corner
And I am asking it things
I know it can't help me with...
With fear in our eyes we remember
When we would sit together
And ride the silver shadows.