[Verse 1] You walk in And every locked gate in me Remembers it was built To open Your laugh Cracks through my ribcage walls Dust falls Old prayers wake And listen [Pre-Chorus] I’m a drought-struck field All thistle and thorn You’re a storm on the border Heavy with more than rain [Chorus] I want your wild seed in my orchard Roots tangled deep in the dark of my loam Let your harvest crawl under my skin Make a forest of my hollow bones Fill the cellar of my body with your thunder Let the branches of us break Then grow I want every empty room in me to echo With the footsteps of the lives we’ll sow [Verse 2] My mouth Is a chapel Candles shaking Every time your name Catches on my tongue My hips Two unlocked doors at midnight Hinges humming For your weight [Pre-Chorus] Lay your shadow down Across this trembling ground I’ll answer every question With an opening [Chorus] I want your wild seed in my orchard Roots tangled deep in the dark of my loam Let your harvest crawl under my skin Make a forest of my hollow bones Fill the cellar of my body with your thunder Let the branches of us break Then grow I want every empty room in me to echo With the footsteps of the lives we’ll sow [Bridge] Come be the winter that swells me Till my seams can’t lie flat anymore (oh) Be the pressure in my rivers The reason they claw at the shore Plant your storms in my silence Let them sleep Let them turn Let them rise Till my belly is a lantern in the night Swinging low with new moons inside [Chorus] I want your wild seed in my orchard Roots tangled deep in the dark of my loam Let your harvest crawl under my skin Make a forest of my hollow bones Fill the cellar of my body with your thunder Let the branches of us break Then grow I want every empty room in me to echo With the footsteps of the lives we’ll sow [Outro] Stay Till the soil of us settles Till the quiet grows crowded Till my body says your name In another Smaller voice

pop, Dark, slow-burning art-pop ballad with female vocals; close-mic’d piano and low strings set a tense pulse, tom-heavy drums enter on the first hook. Cello leads a twisting motif, clarinet shadows the vocal in the verses. Choruses swell with stacked harmonies, tremolo violin, and mournful bagpipes padding the low mids for a haunted, ritual feel. Final section crescendos into a dense, stormy outro where all instruments rise, then cut to a bare piano-and-voice whisper., violin, cello, clarinet, deep

Hunger of the Orchard