These are the days of silver
Easter silver
Let my breath tell you stories
In a language you are bound to learn
But do not yet understand
Let my throat anoint you
Let me rest at your feet
Let me sink into you
I saw you in my dreams
Such beauty
I saw a rabbit
Keeping the world safe
Are you talking to me?
My mother has got great stuff
You're not ever going to use this...
These are the days of silver