"The Hollow Where You Slept"

I found the hollow where you slept last night

The moss still warm, the air still sweet with your fight

The river keeps your name between its teeth

And spits it back like prayer when the current’s deep

I knelt where the deer had come to drink your ghost

And the water tasted salt and holy host

Take me down to the place where the wild things weep

Where the roots drink the blood of the promises we keep

I’ll lay my body open like a hymn

Let the earth come in, let the earth come in

You’re the wound that keeps the world from sleeping

The blackthorn blooms where your fingers last bled

Thorns like cathedral windows, stained-glass red

I carved your name into the lightning-struck pine

Now the sap runs gold and the tree won’t mind

Every creature knows the shape you left behind

Even the wind comes back just to be unkind

Take me down to the place where the wild things weep

Where the roots drink the blood of the promises we keep

I’ll lay my body open like a hymn

Let the earth come in, let the earth come in

You’re the wound that keeps the world from sleeping

Ohhh… rise up… rise up through the loam

Through the marrow, through the bone

Ohhh… burn low… burn low like a coal

Till the sky splits open and swallows us whole

(la voix se brise, monte en puissance, cordes et chœurs grondent comme un orage qui s’approche)

Take me down… take me down…

To the altar where the river drowns

I’ll give my lungs, my tongue, my sin

Let the earth come in… let the earth come in

You’re the wound… you’re the hymn…

You’re the god I keep on sinning in

The hollow where you slept…

Still breathes your name…

Still breathes…