Fault Line Glow

[Verse 1]
The late train from Thirroul, window cold on my cheek.
Felt the ghost of a girl I haven't been for a week.
Is her name still written on your side of the bed?
Or is that just a story living inside my head?

[Pre-Chorus]
(You) I trace the same map we bought in Katoomba that year.
(You) The creases are ours, the coffee stain's still here.

[Chorus]
(Me) They replace every plank, but they still call it the ship.
(Me) A fault line glows right underneath my lip.
(Us) Is this a new love built on an old, familiar ache?
(Us) Tell me, how many pieces have to break before we break?

[Verse 2]
(You) Remember the smell of the smoke haze over the bay?
(You) Your hand in my hand, washing the orange away.
(You) That pressure between us, it crystallized us then.
(You) Don't tell me we can't find that kind of strength again.

[Pre-Chorus]
(Me) That was a different core temperature, a different skin.
(Me) An aftershock of pressure, from the outside looking in.

[Chorus]
(Us) They replace every plank, but they still call it the ship.
(Us) A fault line glows right underneath my lip.
(Us) Is this a new love built on an old, familiar ache?
(Us) Tell me, how many pieces have to break before we break?

[Bridge]
(You) "We're bedrock, you and I," that's the thing that you said.
(Me) But bedrock erodes, leaves a new riverbed.

[Outro]
(Me) Just the aftershock.
(Me) The long, slow aftershock.