Cocoon

(Verse 1 — gentle, lilting) On Monday, we ate through the forest On Tuesday, the fish in the sea On Wednesday, we swallowed the mountains On Thursday, the birds from the trees (Verse 2) On Friday, we feasted on stories On Saturday, the names of the stars (Sunday — building, breathless, almost manic) And on Sunday we ate— The libraries and the bridges The currencies and the flags The algorithms and the borders The medicines in their bags The symphonies and the patents The languages and the maps The satellites and the treaties The photographs and the apps The replicas of the replicas The futures and the pasts The trust and the equations The first words and the last The space between the atoms The silence after sound The concept of enough The feeling of the ground (The Fall — sudden stillness, spoken softly) And then… for the first time… we were full. We lay down in the quiet. Too heavy to move. Too strange to speak. So we wrapped ourselves in waiting. (Chorus — hollow, slow) In the dark where no questions could breathe And we waited And we waited To see what we'd be (Verse — whispered) In the cocoon there is no yesterday In the cocoon there is no name Just the pulse of something changing That will never be the same (Final Chorus — ambiguous, fading) And when the thread begins to tremble And the light breaks through the seam Will you remember being hungry? Will you remember what you've been? (Outro — half-sung) The end… Or the beginning? ------------- This song is part of a concept album "Gradually, then suddenly" Full album can be found here: https://suno.com/playlist/9ae00b62-ab66-46ea-8418-f0a8b67efa9a Thank you for listening and I love your comments