[Verse 1] If the color of my passion is red Then it burns where the quiet turns to dread The trees don’t ask what I’ve been through They just listen like they always do I stand where the moss forgets my name Where the dirt don’t care who’s to blame That hill beyond still catches light Even when the valley folds into night [Chorus] And the rain—it doesn’t wait Slips through roots, rewrites the slate Finds its way like it always knew Past the things I never said to you If there’s a line where the still begins It’s there—where the wildwood ends [Verse 2] I never asked for maps or signs Just kept on walking through time There’s no anthem in the trees Only questions carried on the breeze The ground remembers every fall And every time I tried to stand too tall But I’ve learned how silence speaks Between the echoes and the creeks [Chorus] And the rain—it doesn’t wait Slips through roots, rewrites the slate Finds its way like it always knew Past the things I never said to you If there’s a line where the still begins It’s there—where the wildwood ends [Bridge] I don’t need closure, I don’t need grace Just a place untouched by names or face Where red still burns without regret And I can breathe without forget [Final Chorus] The rain keeps moving, soft and slow Takes the edge off all I know Washes down from branch to stone Through a heart that stands alone If there’s a truth that time defends I’ll find it—where the wildwood ends (fade out)
