Into The Piano - Wovenhand

Behind a door

Hand to face

Conscience is the wound

His hand for me a sovereign tone

I pray him come I pray him soon

There’s a wolf in the piano

On the white keys

Teeth on the back

Dry bones under animal skin am I No tears from this eye

I feel nothing

I hear no voice

Behind a door

Hand to face

Conscience is the wound

His hand for me a sovereign tune

I pray him come I pray him soon