southern dancer paper girl be my trouble then be my hurt cold winged daughter shaking in the morning sun leave your corner tired for the day is done ive been sitting on my hands ive been coasting on this tide too long ive been over it in my head silver girl were sailing on now frail places down the hall pale faces i drown them all take me away back east where the winds are warm wake me again now now wait until the streets are calm ive been sitting on my hands ive been coasting on this tide too long ive been over it in my head silver girl were sailing on ive been sitting on my hands silver girl were sailing on now