Where is this place, this place, that I find myself?
There are plants all around, but nothing moves.
I need a face, some face, so I can show myself.
There is a sky overhead, but it don’t move.
I see hands, two hands, when I close my eyes.
I see love, I see plants, and I see you.
Soft. Wet. I think I see your mouth.
Moving in towards me, but no words are coming through.
And it’s a white, white, white world for a white, white boy like me.
It’s a white, white world, and I am afraid to move.
But when the winter fades away, it won’t come again for a hundred years.
And I ain’t crying nothing, man, nothing but tears.
If I could guarantee that I could eat a golden fish,
If I could guarantee that the gold fish would be you.
Cause I do make-believe that I can eat a golden fish,
and I do make-believe that the golden fish is you.
But it’s a white, white, white world, for a hungry girl like me.
My stomach cries like a dying fish, but my mouth’s afraid to move.
But when the ice has melted down, I won’t cry again for a hundred years.
And I ain’t crying nothing, man, nothing but tears.
Silver friend, silver lover, silver boy, and golden man,
What of this great land inside of me?
This place that you can’t touch, this place that you can’t see…
But you could try, just try, to touch every place you can.
You can walk away like a shackled slave, but first just touch my hand.
Cause when my hand has walked away,
it won’t walk again for a hundred years.
And I ain’t crying nothing, man, nothing but tears.
When, and how, did my shirt get sobbing wet?
Could it have anything to do with you?
Black night, black man, too dark to see my hand.
I’ll see black, I’ll see black, until the day that something moves.
But when a black man fades away, he will not return for a hundred years.
And I ain’t crying nothing, man, nothing but tears.

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