Maybe I'll wish on your eyes for a miracle The faucet it leaks on the castle inside of the sink And I'm more than lost In the sound of the music that plays in my mind The rattle and hum of that old rickety fan It shatters the pieces of dreams that lay gleaming like knives And I curse my sight For the visions of music that plays in my mind Silver moon still lies to me Still lies to me and I always believe My only hope's the hand you gave to me Floorboards they creak and moan in the dark Each step in the dark Is an ghost in an broken old home Spreading cobwebs and dust To the sound of the music that plays in my mine Silver moon still lies to me Still lies to me and I always believe My only hope's the hand you gave to me Somewhere a rooster is rousing it's head It's coming on morning We chase the bottoms of bottles Yeah, we chase the night to the hollow We chase unbroken bits of thread Praising the cost Of the sound of the music that plays in my mine