Soft Hands Upon the Falling Veil

Verse 1

Stitched to the pillow

A thread of my own breath

Weaves through the curtain's fold

Where the waking light keeps its distance from me

Refrain

Soft hands upon the falling veil

Confine me kindly

Hold me still and do not tell

The door that has no handle

Verse 2

The corridor is carpeted in lawns

Watchmen water them at noon

I count the swallows painted on the ceiling

They never turn their heads

Refrain

Soft hands upon the falling veil

Confine me kindly

Hold me still and do not tell

The door that has no handle

Bridge

Somewhere a slight wind

Carries the smell of absent rain

Hush the turning pages

We are only resting here

We are only resting

Verse 3

I asked the gardener where the garden went

He said the walls remember

Every leaf that ever fell

Was folded into sleep

Refrain

Soft hands upon the falling veil

Confine me kindly

Hold me still and do not tell

The door that has no handle

Outro

The door that has no handle

Stays softly shut

Stays softly shut