Lyrics The White of Gold - Mark Eitzel

She was always afraid
Her joy was something to mourn
She had this radio
That only broadcast thunderstorms
She took pills for the planes
They made her fun for a while
But for her the friendly skies
Were like being put on trial
Everything here moves
Towards the invisible
You trust people when you know
What kind of sinners they'll be
But the broken ones who give you love
Are the ones you never see
And she prayed all the time
The 1000 and one strings
That said she wasn't alone
But everything here moves
Fades in the gleam
Towards the invisible
Flowing down the stream
I never thought id become a whore
Spare change was too hard
Nothing left but who you are
And the millions you have scarred
But everything here moves
Fades into the gleam
Towards the invisible
Flowing down the stream