Geoff Byrd Silver Plated
Listening to planets and stars
Staring at the black empty space
Lying on my back in a field away from all distraction
I can feel the wind in my face
Thinking of a place I can go
Dreaming of a peaceful escape
Would anybody care if I leave or if I just drift away
I can feel the blood in my veins
So this heart isn’t silver plated
I can polish it so it can look just like gold
If the message is understated, ok
Traveling on plastic and chrome
Burning all the dinosaur bones
Spinning ever closer with my guitar and Elvis poster
I can see the story unfold
So this heart isn’t silver plated
I can polish it so it can look just like gold
If the message is understated, ok
Skipping precious stones
Hearing overtones
Cresting waves of light
Wash away the night
Wash away the night
Wash away as I’m Entering a spookier place
Opening a portal in space
Lying on my back in a field avoiding from interaction
I can feel the sun on my face
So this heart isn’t silver plated
I can polish it so it can look just like gold
If the message is understated, ok
