[Spoken] (Soft, hesitant tenor) The sand is old. It remembers everything, even the forgotten. I have waited for a long time in the dry heat. But then, there was a shift in the dunes. [Verse 1] You walked in with ash on your coat A scent of sulfur and burnt iron following behind They say you come from the belly of the under-city With blades that trace lightning through the air And pockets full of things that go off in the dark [Chorus] I was used to the silence being my only friend The wrapping of my bandages against the wind But you—you carry fire in your hands You fight with a heavy heart and a wild, dirty grace And you won't walk past someone stuck in the dust [Verse 2] I heard the stories, the brother of the storm-sisters A lineage carved in sorrow and broken steel Yet, when your eyes met mine, there was no pity Just a nod, like a comrade meeting at a crossroads You juggle sparks and steel as if they were playthings But you never leave a soul to wither alone [Outro] Maybe the desert isn't as hollow as it looks You bring a heat that isn't just the sun Welcome, traveler Stay a while, if you can The lonely don't stay lonely when you are near.
