Silver was a rounder with a wicked reputation
Music was his magic and his madness rolled in one
It's 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
Carvin' out a legend in a dream forsaken land
Silver took his pleasure 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
And never lookin' backwards he surrendered to the flame.

Because Hunger is the surface of a darkened pool of sadness
Silver pale reflection of a deeper need below
Mystery and magic are the holy forms of madness
Sacred as the acstasy that slumbers in your soul.

Silver moved instinctively within her soft defenses
Soon unfolding mysteries he'd never seen before
And wakening an ancient need she slipped inside his senses
And Silver took it easy as the closing of the door.

Then soon he touched the secret fears she's hidden with her sorrows
Darker than her raven hair and deeper than her eyes
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 has stripped him naked of illusion and its charms
Then one long night her changing 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 pale reflection of a deeper need below
Mystery and magic are the holy forms of madness
Sacred as the acstasy that slumbers in your soul.

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

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

And Silver's spell was stronger than the softly smiling stranger
Whose star was burning smaller in the naked light of day
And 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 reflection of a deeper need below
Mystery and magic are the holy forms of madness
Sacred as the acstasy that slumbers in your soul...