Old Holy Feeling Songtext

For when I sleep with you on my shoulder
I'm hoping to keep you under the crook of my arm
And touching your hand, just brushing your fingers
And joining so bright and so gentle, a love like a damsel flies in

And rising at dawn, you bade a soft faewell
Your head leaves a print on the pillow, so I sleep with the spirit you made
And you tell me things, by light of the candle
The cave at the end of the wider path fills with painting and prayers that ring