World Gone Wild

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 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

but there is no hiding place

no hiding place

here they come again

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

but, in the painted silver light

I watched you

and I'll keep on watching you

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

still I search for some kind of sign

but, in the painted silver light

I'll come running

running