(Anastasio/Marshall/Herman)
© Seven Below Inc. (BMI)
The silver light that falls at night
Reminds me what it's like to be
Ever flowing, never knowing
In a sense it's only me
I see things no other sees
Like angels on a summer's breeze
Or demons in the silver light
That spills across my desk at night
The silver light that falls at night
Reminds me what it's like to be
Ever flowing, never knowing
In a sense it's only me
I hear things no others hear
The whispers in your lover's ear
The songs of pain that loss may bring
Which ghostly voices nightly sing
The silver light that falls at night
Reminds me what it's like to be
Ever flowing, never knowing
In a sense it's only me
I feel things no others feel
And wear long garments to conceal
The moon burn from forgotten light
That spills across my desk at night
The silver light that falls at night
Reminds me what it's like to be
Ever flowing, never knowing,
in a sense it's only me
In a sense it's only me
Phish.net is a non-commercial project run by Phish fans and for Phish fans under the auspices of the all-volunteer, non-profit Mockingbird Foundation.
This project serves to compile, preserve, and protect encyclopedic information about Phish and their music.
Credits | Terms Of Use | Legal | DMCA
The Mockingbird Foundation is a non-profit organization founded by Phish fans in 1996 to generate charitable proceeds from the Phish community.
And since we're entirely volunteer – with no office, salaries, or paid staff – administrative costs are less than 2% of revenues! So far, we've distributed over $2 million to support music education for children – hundreds of grants in all 50 states, with more on the way.