There's a gold shadow seeping through the door There's a cold sparrow lying still upon the floor Dead and true as lipstick Slow as the speed of skin There's a gold, gold shadow growing from within There's a bent willow in the moonlight painted blue There's a spent window silhouetting you Deep and true as whiskey Soft and sure as lies There's a bent, bent willow reflecting in your eyes But now there's a girl out in a boat Her arms are outstretched and she's barely afloat There's a man on the shore, a rope in his hands It's tied to the boat, and he's pulling as hard as he can Not to bring her to him, but to pull the whole shore and the whole world with it to her open door All his voices are her All his voices are her Has he been here before? Nobody's sure There's a silver distance, a luminescent glimpse There's a river of resistance, dried to cracks upon your lips Brittle as believing Sticky as betrayal There's a silver distance opening up like a trail There was a time before all the leaves covered the beauty of Adam & Eve And they were blind, and they were free To be whatever they wanted to be But now they are just a prayer in a song And he is so sorry for all that went wrong All his voices are her All his voices are her Has he been here before? Has he been here before?