Letras de Silver (The Hunger)

Silver was a rounder with a wicked reputation
Music was his magic and his madness rolled in one
They said he charmed the fairest
Hearts of this world′s fairest maidens
Slick as silver mercury and slippery as a song

Winding like a river through a thirsty world of strangers
Carving out a legend in a dream-forsaken land
Silver took his pleasures just as freely as he gave them
Hungry eyes weren't quick enough for Silver′s flashin' hands

Then once upon escaping from the world of silk and shadows
Sudden growin' sicker of the secrets and the shame
He stumbled onto somethin′ real that beckoned like a candle
Never lookin′ backwards, he surrendered to the flame

Because hunger is the surface of a darkened pool of sadness
Silver's pale reflection of a deeper need below
When mystery and magic are the holy forms of madness
Sacred as the ecstasy that slumbers in your soul

Silver moved instinctively within her soft defences
Soon unfolding mysteries he′d never seen before
Wickin' in an ancient need, she slipped inside his senses
Silver took it easy as the closing of a door

Soon he′d touched the secret fears she'd hidden with her sorrows
Dark as a raven hair and deeper than her eyes
He dared to try to lead her to the sunlight from the shadows
Following the line between her laughter and her lies

But Silver left his magic with the legend he′d abandoned
Love had stripped him naked of illusion and its charms
One long night, her changin' mind took kindly to a stranger
Morning found her moving in the golden stranger's arms

Because hunger is the surface of a darkened pool of sadness
Silver′s pale reflection of a deeper need below
When mystery and magic are the holy forms of madness
Sacred as the ecstasy that slumbers in your soul

Silver stared in silence at the tangled scene before him
Time was burnin′ frozen in the oceans of his eyes
And sadly turnin' backwards to the world that he′d forsaken
He donned the shining mantle of deception and disguise

Slowly with a patience born of silent desperation
Silver worked his way into the darkness of her mind
Weavin' through her conscience like a chance she might have taken
Sadder than shadows of the love she′ll never find

Because hunger is the surface of a darkened pool of sadness
Silver's pale reflection of a deeper need below
When mystery and magic are the holy forms of madness
Sacred as the ecstasy that slumbers in your soulAnd Silver′s
Spell was stronger than the softly smiling stranger
Whose star was burning smaller in the naked light of day
Silver took her hand again, a wiser man but sadder
Ready for the stranger who would steal her love away
Because hunger is the surface of a darkened pool of sadness
Silver-pale reflections from a deeper need below
And mystery is magic, are the holy forms of madness
Swan to free the ecstasy that slumbers in your soul