Archivist Workbench v3.0

Lyrics:

[Verse 1]
I found my name
in the pocket of a coat
I do not remember owning

It was folded small
like a seed
that had survived the flood

The mirror
was kind enough
to stay blank for me

[Pre-Chorus]
And I thought
maybe a life is just
the things that keep returning

A bruise of light
on the kitchen wall
a plate with one clean chip

[Chorus]
We are the silt
we are the silt
moving where the river said

We are the silt
we are the silt
making ground from what was dead

[Verse 2]
The bird on the wire
was not praying
it was practicing balance

My mother’s old scar
held the weather
better than my skin did

I kept every goodbye
until they turned
into one long door

[Pre-Chorus]
And I learned
the empty hand
is not a wound

It is a bowl
still warm
from being useful

[Chorus]
We are the silt
we are the silt
moving where the river said

We are the silt
we are the silt
making ground from what was dead

[Bridge]
Even the stone
gets softer
when the rain says its name enough times

Even the lost thing
finds a shape
inside the leaving

[Final Chorus]
We are the silt
we are the silt
moving where the river said

We are the silt
we are the silt
making ground from what was dead

We are the silt
we are the silt
and the earth remembers us

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We Are the Silt