scorched · fractured · mourning
The world moves through a kind of scorched grief — beloved giants falling, the earth burning, gatherings turned to wounds — while institutions fracture and the old translations no longer hold.
Every Giant Leaves a Wound
Verse 1
We lay the generous ones down slow
The ones who made more room than they took
The ground remembers where they stood
We read the old words and the meaning shifts
Something translated into loss
And even the scholars say it isn't right
Chorus
Every giant leaves a wound
In the shape of what they were
We were lovers of this life
Now we're standing in the blur
The tables set for celebration
The smoke across the hill
We reach for what we knew before
But nothing quite sits still
Verse 2
The corridors of order crack at both ends
One room walks out, another room burns
Somewhere a highway runs beneath the sea
Carrying what we name and what we won't
Elephants found with no explanation
We file the inquiry, we wait, we grieve
Chorus
Every giant leaves a wound
In the shape of what they were
We were lovers of this life
Now we're standing in the blur
The tables set for celebration
The smoke across the hill
We reach for what we knew before
But nothing quite sits still
Bridge
We were gathered in the square
We were watching the sky turn white
The temperatures climb and the councils split
And the translation never comes out right
Still we carry the names of the generous dead
Still we count what the earth has lost
Still a city kneels and says: a lover of life
And we know exactly what it cost
Outro
Every giant, every table
Every fire on the ridge
We were lovers, we were present
We will build another bridge
Instrumental Outro
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