Always - Hold

There's a hairline in the silence and it widens when I breathe I keep my hands around the shape of something no one else can see A little pressure, then a tremor, then the moment folds in two I hear the break before the breaking I always do I hear it break It hasn't broken ... Thin as a thought, sharp as a thread I trace the line, it moves ahead I count to four, the surface clears I count once more, the line appears There's a hairline in the silence and it widens when I breathe I keep my hands around the shape of something no one else can see A little pressure, then a tremor, then the moment folds in two I hear the break before the breaking I always do Hold, Hold The pressure rises through my palms Bend, Bend The line runs on when I let go If I could name the sound Would it turn down? There's a hairline in the silence and it widens when I breathe I keep my hands around the shape of something no one else can see A little pressure, then a tremor, and the moment folds in two I hear the break before the breaking I always do I hear it break It hasn't broken My hand is shaking... I hear it break It hasn't broken...