The White of Gold

She was always afraid
Her joy just something else to mourn
She even had a radio
That only broadcast thunderstorms
She took pills for the plane
Guess that made her fun for a while
For her the friendly skies
Were like being put on trial
Everything here moves
Towards the invisible
You trust people when you know
Yeah, what kind of sinner they’ll be
But the broken hearts that give you love
Are the ones you never see
And she prayed all the time
It was the only thing she owned
God’s one thousand and one streams
Told her she wasn’t alone
Everything here moves
Fades in the gleam
Moves towards the invisible
Flowing downstream
I never planned to be a whore
I guess spare changing was too hard
Nothing left but who you are
And the millions that you scarred
Everything here moves
Fades into the gleam
Towards the invisible
Flowing downstream