i always escape where i have been.
i leave you looking for my face,
wondering what it was you've seen
down the long dark hallway in flight
heading back from which i've came.
i am a creature of the night
and silver ingrid is my name.
silver ingrid be my teacher,
show me laughter laced with love.
tell my theories of the wind song
on the wings of a dove.
silver ingrid, be my teacher,
show me laughter laced with love.
tell me theories of the wind song
on the wings of a dove.
