(rain. just rain, for 18 seconds.) Verse 1 After the fire the soil is richer than it was before The burning kills the surface but it feeds the core I didn't know that then I know it now I know it now Verse 2 After the burning lake after the thornfield after the root and the wound and the wild — there is a quiet that isn't emptiness There is a quiet that is full of what is coming that hasn't arrived yet Bridge (spoken) I don't know what grows next. I don't need to. The soil knows. Verse 3 Something will come up through the char Something will find the light that I prepared for in the dark Something is already pushing through — (a pause) I think it might be me. Outro (whispered, over rain) After the fire — soil. After the wound — world. After the glass — this. (rain continues alone) (fades) (end)
