Between these hands
There is a silence
Loud as a baby
Loud as a baby
Born without breath
There is a darkness
Pruning my fingers
Sure as a shadow
Sure as a shadow
Taking your place
Between these hands
I hold the horizon
A shape is forming
A shape is forming
As a plane leaves the ground
A bridge these hands
Above your body
Above the bodies
Of everyone gone
Between these hands
Between these hands
There is a bible
That hasn't been written
It hasn't been written
But it has been burnt
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