The Silver Lining

White is the make of the man
White's the milk on the lips
White is the ray coming down at the end
White's the noise when it splits

Even now, oh the poor in light
Oh, oh the heavy night
When black marigolds is all you saw
You expected fields
When black humor's always there to fill the halls
When everything else leaves
Even now, oh the howling night
Oh, oh the heavy night
Shining through it all

And when it gets to the darkness
We will wag with the ghosts
Zig and zag in the silver lining
Dragging sparks as we're leaving

Oh
Oh what a scene to unpin
Silver in tin
Black is our outline
White as a line