Silver (The Hunger)

(Kris Kristofferson)



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

Slick as silver mercury and slippery as a song.



Winding like a river through a thirsty world of strangers

Carvin' out a legend in a dream forsaken land

Silver took his pleasure 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

And never lookin' backwards he surrendered to the flame.



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 acstasy 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 the door.



Then soon he touched the secret fears she's hidden with her sorrows

Darker than her raven hair and deeper than her eyes

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 has stripped him naked of illusion and its charms

Then one long night her changing 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 pale reflection of a deeper need below

Mystery and magic are the holy forms of madness

Sacred as the acstasy 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's 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

Waving 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.



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 acstasy that slumbers in your soul...