Southern dancer
Paper girl
Be my trouble
Then be my hurt

Cold winged daughter
Shaking in the morning sun
Leave your corner
Tired for the day is done

I’ve been sitting on my hands
I’ve been coasting on this tide too long
I’ve been over it in my head
Silver girl, we’re sailing on now

Frail places
Down the hall
Pale faces
I drown them all

Take me away
Back East where the winds are warm
Wake me again now
Now, wait until the streets are calm

I’ve been sitting on my hands
I’ve been coasting on this tide too long
I’ve been over it in my head
Silver girl, we’re sailing on

I’ve been sitting on my hands
Silver girl, we’re sailing on now