The Girl Dressed in Silver

Endless days of endless waiting
searching for the girl in silver
waiting to see her rose-colored cheeks
longing to stroke her golden locks
I feel the eternity weighing me down
giving up on the girl in silver
cloaking my hope with an endless night
a world of fright
searching for her
the girl in silver
finding that she is not to be found
that she hides even better than the red-furred fox
making me mad and driving me to solitude
like a spider alone in his web
praying with exertion for the girl in silver
praying till' death for the girl in silver
and when all is finished and I am six-feet-under
the girl dressed in silver dances again.