Archivist Workbench v3.0

Lyrics:

[Verse 1]
I found my name
in a cracked teacup
on the sink
with the rim gone thin

Your silence sat
like a clean white plate
waiting for food
that never came

A moth kept trying
the porch bulb
like prayer
had a shape

And I thought:
maybe grief is just love
after it learns
how to sit still

[Pre-Chorus]
The apples in the bowl
went soft in daylight
(soft in daylight)
The clock on the wall
kept chewing the room
(chewing the room)

[Chorus]
We are not made of dust
we are made of almost
(we are made of almost)
We carry the bruise
and call it a map
(call it a map)

I am here, I am here
in the bone orchard
(in the bone orchard)
Even the broken things
still know how to bloom
(still know how to bloom)

[Verse 2]
The shoe by the door
held the shape of a leaving
better than I did

A spoon in the drawer
remembered soup
long after hunger forgot

I watched the rain
write its small signature
on the rusted gate
and vanish

Maybe truth
isn't a lightning strike
maybe it's the way
a stone stays warm

[Pre-Chorus]
The bowl of apples
turns brown so quietly
(turns brown so quietly)
And every held breath
becomes a door
if you let it

[Chorus]
We are not made of dust
we are made of almost
(we are made of almost)
We carry the bruise
and call it a map
(call it a map)

I am here, I am here
in the bone orchard
(in the bone orchard)
Even the broken things
still know how to bloom
(still know how to bloom)

[Bridge]
If I disappear
into ordinary hours
keep the chair
keep the light
keep the cup with the chip

I was never the storm
I was the field
after it
learning green

[Final Chorus]
We are not made of dust
we are made of almost
(we are made of almost)
We carry the bruise
and call it a map
(call it a map)

I am here, I am here
in the bone orchard
(in the bone orchard)
Even the broken things
still know how to bloom
(still know how to bloom)

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