"Quicksilver" lyrics - JOE HENRY


What more shall I hope for,
Where else might we climb,
Now that I've made your bed like promise, worn your heart as mine?
Your love is falling silver
Savaged from this earth,
Forsaking what is lawful
Just to know what law is worth

The lion of our history
Paces in his cage,
Dazed by drugs and boredom
And the coolness of his rage;
And like a child I'm brought within the inches of his door,

To nuzzle at the danger love's known as living for

We've made a ghost of hours surrendered every war,
Until even God must laugh and nod At just how free we are;
But the saints grow tired waiting out the tidings of our sea,
As we spill all of our will
Between us, you and me