Silver

Lives drop Shatter the floor Oh how I know You wanted to be so much more Sharing your medicine With the prize next door Along with the freshly white washed faces Oh how you couldn't be nothing more Then the young imaginations Reach up to be Pulling down the dreams Along with the memories Falling back on the Burnt ashes of sweet misery Oh how you'll always be Something more than me Strings pulled from the face Leaving behind blotches of red paint Oh how I know You wanted to be the same Giving the pain Away for one more day Oh how I know You'll never be the same Then the young imaginations Reach up to be Pulling down the dreams Along with the memories Falling back on the Burnt ashes of sweet misery Oh how you'll always be Something more than me Oh how you'll always be something more than me Written March 12, 2004