Wise Hands (Acoustic)

That face never aged
Escapes the tragedy of time
This once real light caught in time

You were looking into nothing

Ink resolves into a spector
A one way mirror
Cast a dark shadow across

Kiss its formless skin

These old wise hands
Now the picture as dead as he
Pose betrays the mind

Every word said a fiction
Presence only the truth
In a world of chance
We shared the horizon

Between the pages, Between the pages...

Place the memory

Forget

Again