Silver Is Her Color

The moon has a face

That keeps me in my place

Alone and apart like me, satellite

The mountains in my path step aside when I realize

Holding on is what bounds me down to the ground

And when I let go of the world it fall at my feet

And offers itself up, now I'm in control

The moon has a face that keeps me in my place

The moon has a face that keeps me in my place

There's a moon way up above and they say it's not alive

You know that if it doesn't live that means that it can never die

With its undying draw of tides, reflecting everlasting light

It smiles down on my back whenever I give up the fight.