Pale Soft Light

Crafty and quiet Are these two hands of mine Climb down your spine like a ladder And slide to your sides Crafty and quiet Carefully scheming To bring home the kill They're stopped by the warden In the valley They run for the hills Carefully still To hide in the pale, soft, light Hide in the pale, soft, light Crafty and quiet And now that the guards have All gone back to bed They head for the garden Through the valley They roll back your eyes To hide in the pale, soft, light Hide in the pale, soft, light Hide in the pale light To hide in the pale, soft, light To hide in the pale, soft, light And stay there until this night Feels like a memory That we are swimming in Crafty and, oh, so quiet Aren't these hands of mine? They climb down from your spine Down to the pale, soft, light Wrapped in the pale soft light