Gold Shadow - Asaf Avidan

There’s a gold shadow seeping through the door

There’s a cold sparrow lying still upon the floor

Dead and true as lipstick

Slow as the speed of skin

There’s a gold, gold shadow growing from within

There’s a bent willow in the moonlight painted blue

There’s a spent window silhouetting you

Deep and true as whiskey

Soft and sure as lies

There’s a bent, bent willow reflecting in your eyes

But now there’s a girl out in a boat

Her arms are outstretched and she’s barely afloat

There’s a man on the shore, a rope in his hands

It’s tied to the boat, and he’s pulling as hard as he can

Not to bring her to him, but to pull the whole shore

And the whole world with it to her open door

All his voices are her

All his voices are her

Has he been here before?

Nobody’s sure

There’s a silver distance, a luminescent glimpse

There’s a river of resistance, dried to cracks upon your lips

Brittle as believing

Sticky as betrayal

There’s a silver distance opening up like a trail

There was a time before all the leaves

Covered the beauty of Adam &Eve

And they were blind, and they were free

To be whatever they wanted to be

But now they are just a prayer in a song

And he is so sorry for all that went wrong

All his voices are her

All his voices are her

Has he been here before?

Has he been here before?