Kris Kristofferson: Silver

Silver was a rounder with a wicked reputation Music was his magic and his madness rolled in one It's said he charmed the fairest hearts of this world's fairest maidens Quick 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 'Cause hungry eyes weren't quick enough for Silver's flashing hands Then once upon escaping from the world of silk and shadows Sudden growin' sicker of the secrets and the shame He stumbled onto something real that beckoned like a candle And never lookin' backwards, he surrendered to the flame Chorus: Because Hunger, is the surface, of a darkened pool of sadness Silver pale reflection of a deeper need below Mystery and magic are the holy forms of madness Sacred as the ecstasy that slumbers in your soul Silver moved instinctively within her soft defenses Soon unfolding mysteries he'd never seen before And wakening an ancient need, she slipped inside his senses And Silver took it easy as the closing of a door Then soon he touched the secret fears she'd hidden with her sorrows Darker than her raven hair and deeper than her eyes And dared to try to lead her to the sunlight from her 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 it's charms Then one long night her changing mind took kindly to a stranger And morning found her moving in the golden stranger's arms Chorus: Because Hunger, is the surface, of a darkened pool of sadness Silver pale reflection of a deeper need below 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 burning frozen in the oceans of his eyes And sadly turning backwards to the world that he'd forsaken He donned the shining mantle of deception and disguise Slowly, with the patience born of silent desperation Silver worked his way into the darkness of her mind Weaving through her conscience like a chance she might have taken Sadder than the shadows of the love she'll never find And Silver's spell was stronger than the softly smiling stranger Whose star was burning smaller in the naked light of day And Silver took her hand again, a wiser man, but sadder Ready for the stranger who would steal her love away Chorus: Because Hunger, is the surface, of a darkened pool of sadness Silver pale reflection of a deeper need below Mystery and magic are the holy forms of madness Sworn to free the ecstasy that slumbers in your soul