Asaf Avidan - 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

. . .