For a silver chain
Where I saw the tracks to the train
Bye, got a hat in my hand that fits my best to a 't',
Took the stream from the flood below
Where it's too disturbing to go
Holding the needle in my hand above the silk
While the trumpets blare, dissipate to air and
I got praying hands hangin'
From a silver chain
With a talent for catastrophe, i cant explain
When i count the steps to safety
That i know will protect me
The pain it just doesn't move
Flooding in me
ELLIOTT SMITH A SILVER CHAIN (LA LUNA, PORTLAND 1-14-98) lyrics are property and copyright of their owners and are provided for educational purposes and personal use only.