[Verse 1] Between Avsolen and Seraphis there’s a hush in the seam like linen pulled tight over a hidden machine Your name leaves a print on the back of the air and the room keeps its breath like it knows you were there [Pre-Chorus] No feet on the floor No eyes in the dark Just a thin little tremor A soft silver spark [Chorus] That’s the shape that’s the shape when no one is listening That’s the shape that’s the shape of the almost-glow between Avsolen, Seraphis Avsolen, Seraphis (Avsolen, Seraphis) [Verse 2] It moves like a ribbon through rusted-out keys through the seam of a curtain through the salt on the breeze Not light, not smoke not a word yet said just the aftertaste of a prayer in the head [Pre-Chorus] No hand on the latch No name in the hall Just the smallest vibration Of something not small [Chorus] That’s the shape that’s the shape when no one is listening That’s the shape that’s the shape of the almost-glow between Avsolen, Seraphis Avsolen, Seraphis (Avsolen, Seraphis) [Bridge] If I hold very still I can feel it turn like a match under glass like a secret that burns And it isn’t a wound and it isn’t a dream It’s the fine woven layer in the space in-between [Final Chorus] That’s the shape that’s the shape when no one is listening That’s the shape that’s the shape of the almost-glow between Avsolen, Seraphis Avsolen, Seraphis (Avsolen, Seraphis)
