Between these hands There is a silence Loud as a baby Loud as a baby Born without breath
There is a darkness Prunin´ my fingers Sure as a shadow Sure as a shadow Takin´ your place
Between these hands I hold the riser A shape is forming A shape is forming As the plane leaves the ground A bridge is curling 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 burned