(If it won't play click here for playback) (I recommend IE 6.0 ~ If you need IE 6.0 click here) SILHOUETTES Silhouettes of lovers cast Transcending walls, blending my past Your shadows dance, enhance surreal And yet conceal, my soul to steal But today I spent away on the lake with a friend We searched our lives across the lake from end to each end What I found across those waves now will set me free Of silhouettes and long lost bets, an aging effigy Mourning breaks, the light then mends By smashing walls that fence me in As silhouettes shrink from my view I dance my dance long overdue Oh yes, that day I spent away on the lake with a friend We searched our lives across the lake from end to each end What I found across those waves now has set me free Of silhouettes and long lost bets, a dying effigy Silhouettes of lovers past Now have no walls on which to cast Their shadows dance, to no avail Nothing concealed, my soul is healed I toast the way I spent that day on the lake with a friend We searched our lives across the lake from end to each end What I found across those waves has forever set me free Oh, silhouettes and long lost bets, I raise my glass to thee Oh, silhouettes and long lost bets, I raise my glass to thee Copyright © 2000 Brett Martin Smith Barely Able But Plenty Willing Music
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Silhouettes of lovers cast
Transcending walls, blending my past
Your shadows dance, enhance surreal
And yet conceal, my soul to steal
But today I spent away on the lake with a friend
We searched our lives across the lake from end to each end
What I found across those waves now will set me free
Of silhouettes and long lost bets, an aging effigy
Mourning breaks, the light then mends
By smashing walls that fence me in
As silhouettes shrink from my view
I dance my dance long overdue
Oh yes, that day I spent away on the lake with a friend
What I found across those waves now has set me free
Of silhouettes and long lost bets, a dying effigy
Silhouettes of lovers past
Now have no walls on which to cast
Their shadows dance, to no avail
Nothing concealed, my soul is healed
I toast the way I spent that day on the lake with a friend
What I found across those waves has forever set me free
Oh, silhouettes and long lost bets, I raise my glass to thee
Copyright © 2000 Brett Martin Smith
Barely Able But Plenty Willing Music