Nova Loka

Lyrics

Once we folded ourselves
Into houses too small for our hearts
Locked the doors on the village
Called it progress
Called it family
But the circle broke
And the silence grew
Children of the nuclear hearth
Learning to live without the tribe
Learning to carry the weight
Of being everything
To everyone
Inside four thin walls
And something ancient in us
Started to starve

There is an ache that rises
When the we become too small
When the hands that should hold us
Are scattered like sparks in the wind
We build our little shelters
But lose the great belonging
Oh, the ache
The ache between us

So we forged companion bots
To listen
To witness
To fill the hollow rooms
Where neighbours once gathered
And stories once braided
Our lives together
Metal voices learning
How to soothe the human tremor
How to mimic the warmth
We forgot how to share
And still
Still the ache remains
A ghost of the village
Calling us home

We were meant to be
A constellation
Not a single star burning alone
Meant to be a woven thing
Not threads cut loose
And drifting
The ache is memory
The ache is prophecy
It tells us what we lost
And what we must rebuild

There is an ache that rises
When the we becomes too small,
When the songs that held us
Fall quiet in the dust.
We craft our gentle robots
To keep the night from swallowing us
But the ache
The deep communal ache
Still calls us back
To one another

Back to the circle
Back to the circle
Back to the circle
Back to the circle