On Friday night I came awake like an alarm clock

Some shaking junkie's begging out on the sidewalk

And I could not allow my eyes

to meet his deep fear that my soul may still betray me

As if my will had always kept me steady

as if I hadn't caved in already



[Chorus:]

Quicksilver, quicksilver

Shadows dodge and fade

something less than why we're made



This vacant emptiness,

this hollow is eating

stabs through my side like thorns, so defeating

The glint of gold, sparks of silver, shining

the slightest breath of why we're pining

We take the crumbs like our hearts are at peace

We are far too easily pleased



I need this burning inside me

this brilliant aura, this electricity

I'm being haunted by spectres of what might be

of imperfections, of nearness to beauty

As life butchers, so sweet yet so sickening

we have betrayed, for each tiny flickering