in the painted silver light   I watched you gently move   now, in the cold early dawn   I long to have that vision in my head again   conjure, as I may, my guilt won't let me sleep   now I know what it means   to have and to hold   to let go and to lose      CHORUS   in the screaming silence   I try to lose myself   but there is no hiding place   no hiding place      here they come again   those voices, they'll be with me till the end   maybe it helps the pain   how would I know?   I never slow down long enough   but, ain't life funny   I don't know if I will ever see you again   but, in the painted silver light   I watched you   and I'll keep on watching you      seven days I watched the sun come rising   no sleep for the wicked   seven nights I lie awake   while my mind drifted across valley and streams   shadows everywhere   still I search for some kind of sign   but, in the painted silver light   I'll come running   running