Her Hands in Half-Light

Her hands in half-light,

folding paper cranes

a habit she kept from some other

life's rain

I never asked why,

I was scared of the answer

scared it would end like a bad slow-dancer

And I only remember her hands

not her face, not the sound of her laugh

just her

hands in half-light

folding something small out of nothing

at all (mmm-mmm)

I've tried to rebuild her

from pieces of sound

a word here, a hum there,

a shape coming 'round

but the picture won't finish,

it stays incomplete

just her hands in half-light,

and the fold of a sheet

And I only remember her hands

not her face, not the sound of her laugh

just her hands in half-light

folding something small out of nothing

at all

Half-light...

half-light...

that's all that's left,

that's all that's left (ahhhh)