Between these Hands

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