Hairline

[Verse 1]
The Good Hope teacup pon the windowsill again,
Just watchin' where the morning sun creepin' in.
Is Tuesday, before the work-sweat and the heat begin,
And mi trace the little crack, running vertical and thin.
You know di one. Di one your thumb always find,
Like a map to some peace of mind.

[Chorus]
Mi measure out di days wid di sugar spoon,
Tell miself di foundation solid, you coming home soon.
Mi measure out di days wid di sugar spoon,
Underneath a worried moon.

[Verse 2]
Mi feel di heat right through the little chip near the lip,
A silent promise dat your hand let slip.
You laugh one time and seh, “That cup will outlive we.”
But a hairline fracture is a warning, you see.
It’s a structural stress, the first sign of the fall,
The kinda thing that brings down a whole wall.

[Chorus]
Mi measure out di days wid di sugar spoon,
Tell miself di foundation solid, you coming home soon.
Mi measure out di days wid di sugar spoon,
Underneath a worried moon.

[Bridge]
Mi put di spirit level pon di countertop, straight and flat,
But di bubble cyan’t tell me where your heart is at.

[Chorus]
(Key change up)
Mi measure out di days wid di sugar spoon…
Just tell me seh the foundation solid, you coming home soon.
Yeah, mi measure out di days wid di sugar spoon…
Just tell me seh you coming home soon.

[Outro]
Di steam mek a ghost pon di glass…
And fade out just as fast.