Silvered Shadows Songtext
von Kardashev

Coin of pure gold in the ocean
Or a setting sun sinking into open hands
Tucked away there
Where I′ve hid all my treasures
One hidden note in the loose earth
With a map to the things that I've found
Drawn by hand
Tied together
With cloth torn from her apron

O, crack in a mirror!
A penumbra blinding!
Pulled back to what was
And weakness in clouded eyes

Torn from
The dirt
The willow tree
I once knew


Nights are getting longer now (Brother! Sister!)
In time I′ll be too old (Mother! Father!)

Now, nothing is familiar
The shadow is blinding
This face, and these hands -
Dead trees and dead soil

I pulled the golden cornsilk from my hair
Hand made curtains drew me home
I am a silvered shadow of old air
Where I lived now overgrown

Torn from
The dirt
The man that I was

Faded thought
Lost my name
To your ghost

I pulled the golden cornsilk from my hair
Hand made curtains drew me home
I am a silvered shadow of old air
Where I lived now overgrown