The White of Gold - Mark Eitzel

She was always afraid

Her joy just something else to mourn

She even had a radio

That only broadcast thunderstorms

She took pills for the plane

Guess that made her fun for a while

For her the friendly skies

Were like being put on trial

Everything here moves

Towards the invisible

You trust people when you know

Yeah, what kind of sinner they’ll be

But the broken hearts that give you love

Are the ones you never see

And she prayed all the time

It was the only thing she owned

God’s one thousand and one streams

Told her she wasn’t alone

Everything here moves

Fades in the gleam

Moves towards the invisible

Flowing downstream

I never planned to be a whore

I guess spare changing was too hard

Nothing left but who you are

And the millions that you scarred

Everything here moves

Fades into the gleam

Towards the invisible

Flowing downstream