Opening: () x 2 There's a gold shadow seeping through the door There's a cold sparrow lying still upon the floor Dead and true as lipstick Slow as the speed of skin There's a gold, gold shadow growing from within *next verse is the same:* There's a bent willow in the moonlight painted blue There's a spent window silhouetting you Deep and true as whiskey Soft and sure as lies There's a bent, bent willow reflecting in your eyes Chorus: