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