Silver (The Hunger)

Silver was a rounder with a wicked reputation

Music was his magic and his madness rolled in one

They said he charmed the fairest

Hearts of this world's fairest maidens

Slick as silver mercury and slippery as a song

Winding like a river through a thirsty world of strangers

Carving out a legend in a dream-forsaken land

Silver took his pleasures just as freely as he gave them

Hungry eyes weren't quick enough for Silver's flashin' hands

Then once upon escaping from the world of silk and shadows

Sudden growin' sicker of the secrets and the shame

He stumbled onto somethin' real that beckoned like a candle

Never lookin' backwards, he surrendered to the flame

Because hunger is the surface of a darkened pool of sadness

Silver's pale reflection of a deeper need below

When mystery and magic are the holy forms of madness

Sacred as the ecstasy that slumbers in your soul

Silver moved instinctively within her soft defences

Soon unfolding mysteries he'd never seen before

Wickin' in an ancient need, she slipped inside his senses

Silver took it easy as the closing of a door

Soon he'd touched the secret fears she'd hidden with her sorrows

Dark as a raven hair and deeper than her eyes

He dared to try to lead her to the sunlight from the shadows

Following the line between her laughter and her lies

But Silver left his magic with the legend he'd abandoned

Love had stripped him naked of illusion and its charms

One long night, her changin' mind took kindly to a stranger

Morning found her moving in the golden stranger's arms

Because hunger is the surface of a darkened pool of sadness

Silver's pale reflection of a deeper need below

When mystery and magic are the holy forms of madness

Sacred as the ecstasy that slumbers in your soul

Silver stared in silence at the tangled scene before him

Time was burnin' frozen in the oceans of his eyes

And sadly turnin' backwards to the world that he'd forsaken

He donned the shining mantle of deception and disguise

Slowly with a patience born of silent desperation

Silver worked his way into the darkness of her mind

Weavin' through her conscience like a chance she might have taken

Sadder than shadows of the love she'll never find

Because hunger is the surface of a darkened pool of sadness

Silver's pale reflection of a deeper need below

When mystery and magic are the holy forms of madness

Sacred as the ecstasy that slumbers in your soulAnd Silver's

Spell was stronger than the softly smiling stranger

Whose star was burning smaller in the naked light of day

Silver took her hand again, a wiser man but sadder

Ready for the stranger who would steal her love away

Because hunger is the surface of a darkened pool of sadness

Silver-pale reflections from a deeper need below

And mystery is magic, are the holy forms of madness

Swan to free the ecstasy that slumbers in your soul