Alguien tiene que mirar (Levantadas Prologue, Part 1)

[Intro: night wind, nylon guitar, spoken low] Tres tumbas. Una piedra. Una nota. [Verse 1: low, plain] Three graves in the bend of the wash two short, and one I dug by hand I danced in red till the east went thin then I went down into the sand Six words on a square of paper a flat stone at her head The damp comes up through the ground all day They are not dead [Pre-Chorus: softer] El luto rocks where a heart was patient, and it does not need a name [Chorus: sung low] Alguien tiene que mirar somebody has to watch Nobody watched me rise so I watch, and I watch Hasta que salga el sol till the light drives me down Alguien tiene que mirar and no one else comes around [Verse 2] A woman of stone on the mountain white, with her arms held wide She stands in the open, watching the line I sit in the brush on this side She is in white, and I am in red and between the two of us maybe one of them is seen [Instrumental: a truck engine passes slowly along the wall and fades, a coyote's paws in the wash, then quiet] [Verse 3: tense, slow] The moon comes over and starts down and the long grave starts to breathe A hand breaks open the ground and closes on nothing, and reaches She comes up on her knees in the moonlight and looks back down at the hole and whatever she sees in the dirt goes quiet in me like a room where someone has died [Instrumental: far off, one long wordless scream that carries across the whole valley, then the insects stop, the wind stops, total silence] [Verse 4: almost whispered] It reaches me Every one I ever watched came up empty This one comes up grieving the grief I carried from my own grave and never set down It goes into me like water into dry ground [Bridge: whispered, colder] Go down to her, the hunger says Take her. Hold her. No. She is not mine to hold I put her there I do not get to be the one who comes [Verse 5: low] She rocks on her knees by the open grave slow, the way you rock a child I hold my own knees in the dark and the bark splits under my hands The note is a foot from her knee Levántate. Read it. It is the only thing I have for you She does not read it [Verse 6: plain, slow] She lays down what she held and covers it with her hands no name, no flower, no candle not on this side of the wall Then she stands, and she walks north into the dark, not east, not the sun [Spoken, barely audible] Una. [Final Chorus: sung low, slower] Alguien tiene que mirar somebody has to watch The first of mine that lived never read a word I wrote Hasta que salga el sol till the light drives me down Alguien tiene que mirar and I tell no one [Outro: spoken, almost whispered, over violin and cello holding one note] Levántate y anda. Ya eres libre. [Instrumental: sand pulled in over her, silence]