DEAR JACK,

(This song seems so short,
but most of it is instrumental,
and the parts that are sung,
are sung REALLY slowly...
((Hence the name))... )

I don't have what you're looking for.
I won't ever make nice or do right.
But I can make you smile when you're sad.
And If I'm home in time, I can hold you and kiss you good night.

I don't have what you're looking for.
I won't ever be able to feed us.
But I can make you smile when you're sad.
And If I'm right, I'm sure that should be enough.

I don't have what you're looking for.
I won't ever pay for your clothes.
But I can make you smile when you're sad.
Oh I hope I'm right cause if I'm not... I'll be alone.

Silver, silver, silver, silver,
silver, silver, silver, silver
Hands that save, saved by grace,
Grace by faith graced my face.

Tracking back as fast as I can;
As fast as my past can carry me.
And I need a One-Eighty so bad
I can smell and taste all the faith I lack.
I would burn alive to turn inside.
Outside my eyes can see my life
Spiral round and round a helix, a spiny
Polygon of truth and lies.

Silver, silver, silver, silver,
silver, silver, silver, silver
Hands that save, saved by grace,
Grace by faith graced my face.
Hands as black as pitch I have
You let me go as I turn back.
So blessed am I by our contrast
You love me more than I could grasp.

Watch the stars, silver, shining.
From behind bars your silver lining that
Tells me "Well, It's All Okay" but I
Have never felt at all that way.
So I try and try to dry and cure
The tears I've cried not noticing you're
The only one who's bright and pure...
Silver...

Silver, silver, silver, silver,
silver, silver, silver, silver
Hands that save, saved by grace,
Grace by faith graced my face.
Hands as black as pitch I have
You let me go as I turn back.
So blessed am I by our contrast
You love me more than I could grasp,
So thank you.

The only one who's bright and pure
Who cares enough, who loves me whether or not I
Feel the same...
And now I think I...
Feel the same.

Silver, silver, silver, silver,
silver, silver, silver, silver
Hands that save, saved by grace,
Grace by faith graced my face.
Hands as black as pitch I have
You let me go as I turn back.
So blessed am I by our contrast
You love me more than I could grasp,
So thank you... (for that)

Can I reflect your infinite love?
Is my dirty mirror clean enough
to show the world a spirit so full,
that it shines their windows broken and dull?
When I do this am I pleasing,
trying to distract you, faking, appeasing?
"(Oh my God!) I worship myself?!"
If so then this treason-
Is only within me by my own reasons.
Whether feeding the flock, or greasing-
the wheels, the remedy remains a grateful releasing!
Oh, cast me not to that burning desert
Life without purpose saved to pervert-
your plan, without flaw or break in it.
This opportunity to give you the glory, I've taken it!
I'M FAKING IT.
Each time I've "got it right" I've honked my own horn;
Repeating this ritual ever since I was born.
(Boy I'm pleased with myself)
I'm attempting to praise you, try to be selfless.
All that I do? I simply embellish-
and ruin the words, on my own I'm...
JUST HELPLESS.
My intellect alone is nothing to please you,
In all that I do I'm ever beneath you.
The way it should be, yet I'm still me,
The object of your affection rejects what he sees!
Oh, hideous man, despised as disease;
Deserved of the void, equal to fleas.
Only... I'm adored and am blessed while I'm also infected.
The Lord calls my name,
His righteousness,
"ACCEPTED".