From a Silver Phial - Gene Clark

A refuse from a silver phial

Put her faith into the moons and stars

Said she had a mind that slept inside tomorrow

And time could only heal it’s scars

She was fire on the borderline

The lion in the fall of roles

Said she saw the sword of sorrow sunken

In the sand of searching souls

Sleeping in the master’s room

Seeing through his eyes for a gain

Keeping by his side not to be a victim

Falling in the darkened rain

She was taken from a cruel storm

The refuse from a silver phial

Took her magic master’s words and sung

And made his lower self worth while

Sleeping in the master’s room

Seeing through his eye for a gain

Keeping by his side not to be a victim

Falling in the darkened rain