Pale Soft Light - Owel

Crafty and quiet are these two hands of mine

Climb down your spine like a ladder

And slide to your sides, crafty and quiet

Carefully scheming to bring home the kill

They’re stopped by the warden in the valley

They run for the hills, carefully still

To hide in the pale soft light

Hide in the pale soft light

Crafty and quiet

Now that the guards have all gone back to bed

They head for the garden, through the valley

They roll back your eyes

To hide in the pale soft light

Hide in the pale soft light

Hide in the pale light

To hide in the pale soft light

To hide in the pale soft light

And stay there until this night

Feels like a memory

That we are swimming in

Crafty and oh so quiet

Aren’t these hands of mine?

They climb down from your spine

Down to the pale soft light

Keep us wrapped, wrapped in the pale soft light