Touch the silence in my chest I won’t kneel for any less If I fall, I fall for good Where the dark once stood Stone above and dirt below No one hears the quiet grow Something left this fragile frame But the shell still knows my name Breath grows thin beneath the clay Light retreats and slips away Flood the soil, let it take Every pulse that I could fake Let the ground drink every sound Till the living can’t be found Saturate the waiting earth Feed the dust of second birth Hands of gravity pull me slow Where the quiet rivers flow Taste dissolves and colors fade Blue horizons start to fray Cold leans close enough to speak Every nerve is turning weak Thoughts drift out like dying sparks Echoes walking empty darks Trapped between the bone and sky Learning slowly how to die Oxygen turns thin and pale Every heartbeat starts to fail Flood the soil, let it take Every pulse that I could fake Let the ground drink every sound Till the living can’t be found Saturate the waiting earth Feed the dust of second birth Hands of gravity pull me slow Where the quiet rivers flow If I knew the nails were mine I would never draw the line Never carve the final mark Never build this wooden ark But the soil remembers all Every whisper, every fall Saturate the restless ground Let the endless close around Every breath dissolves in clay Every shadow slips away Saturate the silent earth Where the buried lose their worth And the body turns to loam While the soul goes wandering home
