Ren-ge Faultline

[Verse 1]
The hairline fault on the Ren-ge spoon
maps the one night we had in Thun.
The November steam on the kitchen glass,
watching the last #17 tram pass.

[Pre-Chorus]
And the pressure builds in the quiet air,
A pre-echo of a future despair.
I'm memorizing the weight in my hand,
Like sediment shifting into sand.

[Chorus]
This spoon, this room, this afternoon.
A crystal forming way too soon.

[Verse 2]
You said, "This crack makes it better, you know."
Tracing the line with a finger, slow.
The low hum of the fridge, the smell of the dashi,
An imperfect moment, wabi-sabi.

[Pre-Chorus]
And the pressure builds in the quiet air,
A pre-echo of a future despair.
I'm memorizing the weight in my hand,
Like sediment shifting into sand.

[Chorus]
This spoon, this room, this afternoon.
A crystal forming way too soon.

[Bridge]
Now years have passed, the erosion's complete.
That kitchen's a strata beneath my feet.
But the faultline's still there, a perfect design.

[Outro]
(A crystal forming...)
(This spoon, this room...)