The Hand - Tarnation

There is a restless weight upon me, in the shape of things to come

And the wrapped up paper flowers have left my life undone

What were the words once told to me or the promises left unmet

And the end to all the simple things that we promised to never forget

When I felt the hand upon me, I thought I’d shaken all that I could feel

I don’t need someone to tell me that none of it was real

As I felt the darkness gather and the silence settle there

And the many faces that surrounded me in the dark and silent air