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Cover The Mirrors

"Cover The Mirrors" - 3/29/08

One color might be enough
It might be enough for love to drown in
One color might be enough
Or only concede that no cry is alone

No shine on anything's surface
Might make things simple to see what is pure
No shine on anything's surface
Might be more holy or just hard to endure

What is it makes a person long to be as wild as a buffalo's heart
What is it makes the wind return the things to you you'd prayed would depart
How does a moth know that the lamp inside a space is the very best part
Everything glowing's bellowing don't forget how to start

Shadows are angels who hover
Searing through every mistake like a flame
Shadows are angels uncovered
Once you've looked darkness in the eye you're never ashamed

So cover the mirrors, turn off the lights
It's never or now the soul's holding on to
Cover the mirrors, turn off the lights
Somebody whispered this scene could come true

What is it makes a woman long to be as deep as mystery's well
What is it makes the rain return her tears to her swiftly as they fell
How does a candle know a windowpane's a canvas craving the night
Everything ancient's offering don't forget how to fight

Angry at all the time that's passed as a lion's roaring, endless
Angry at all the voices shouted innocence would be fine
Angry at all the fabrications forged from a fear that grew
Some creatures aren't made for living much as they're made to die of rue

What is it makes a vision seem to be as real as the sand in your shoes
What is it makes a man believe in hope despite the faith he will lose
How does a gypsy grieve for grace slipping through fingers of unrest
Everything olden's shivering don't forget it's a test
Everything golden's shimmering don't forget...

So cover the mirrors, turn off the lights
It's never or now the soul's holding on to
Cover the mirrors, turn off the lights

Somebody whispered this scene could come true