Lyrics Into The Piano - Wovenhand

Into The Piano

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