Maddox Chain - Soft Hands, Hard Truths

I watched her move around the room like she was never really there.
She kissed my forehead at the door and left the key inside the bowl.
The softest exit I have known still left the biggest hole.
Soft hands, hard truths, that's the way she always loved.
She never needed heavier tools to push a man far enough.
I still feel her fingers sometimes when the night gets thin and long.