In the aftermath of a heated moment, after the last door has been slammed, there is a moment where it feels like everything holds its breath, the clocks stop ticking, the dust looks for a safe pace to settle, and the wind goes quiet.
This song is our attempt to capture that moment and process it, knowing that once the tremors have stopped the rebuilding starts.
Lyrics
A thin layer of dust
Like volcanic ashes
Covers the frames holding only
The fragments of us
Whispers through floorboards
That used to be sonnets
Now echo like statements
Of judges made as juries rise
Nothing remains here, no sign at all
Of the years we spent trying to keep our love alive
No echoes or tremors in a void so deep
The wind forgets our names
You spoke like leaving
Those three weeks in April
Before it was clear
We were nothing but empty black frames
Words thrown like daggers,
Hitting all the soft spaces
A whole world in ashes
A love absent embers and flame
Nothing remains here, no sign at all
Of a romance once storied in the songs of the bards
No glimmer of promise in a void so deep
The wind forgets our names
Nothing remains here, no sign at all
Of a romance once celebrated in poem and song
No echoes or tremors in this void so deep
The wind forgets our names
That the wind forgets our names
A thin layer of dust
Like volcanic ashes
Covers the frames holding only
The fragments of us
