A traveler stops at the old inn yard   It has been so many miles and it's been so hard   I've grown silver as a widow since then   And now a traveler's come to see me again      He has the mouth of a river the face of a child   But don't forget what he's hiding underneath his smile   And that old silver splinter that he left inside of me   Oh don't forget hmmm      I could not walk it off      Then he began and slow slowly   I could feel his web beginning to undo me   Slow rivers awoke in my shoulders and my legs   Slow rivers awoke I was floating away   And beauty is tired of playing dead   And beauty is tired of hiding her head   I go over to the window   I go over to the window      I could feel the droplets hanging on the edges of my leaves   I could feel the tears coming and I couldn't believe   I go over to the window   I go over to the window   And beauty is tired of playing dead   And beauty is tired of hiding her head   Yeah beauty is tired of playing dead   Oh beauty is tired so tired      So I gave up and sang along   And rode off on the wings of a simple song…