Six Pairs of Feet and One Pair of Legs

Speak softly
There's an echo in here
That's louder than the footsteps on the stairs
That groans and heaves and moans

Shadow puppets play
On skirts of failing grace
The whispers that she makes
From fields with faces sewn [?]

Your shadow puppets play
On skirts of failing grace
Those stars across your face
The angels watch and wait

And now, her silence keep perfect time
With wings and heartbeat [?] (she tells/takes)

She lies so right
She's hardly there
She lies, she lies, so right
She's hardly there