Gold in the Break

[Verse 1]
The Seto bowl from your grandmother's shelf
Cracked in three clean lines I couldn't help
Third attempt since last November fails again
The smell of urushi lacquer, gold dust on my thumb's skin
Trying to trace a perfect, steady line
But my hands just make a jagged design

[Chorus]
Oh, Kaito, the cracks are all showing
But a new kind of garden is growing
There's gold in the break, not where I planned
A map of the fault lines here in my hand

[Verse 2]
You said, "The break is part of the story now."
I didn't believe you then, but somehow
The San Francisco notes demanded precision
This beautiful ruin feels like my religion
It holds the weak light from the window pane
So much prettier than when it held the rain

[Chorus]
Oh, Kaito, the cracks are all showing
But a new kind of garden is growing
There's gold in the break, not where I planned
A map of the fault lines here in my hand

[Bridge]
I spent three years learning Bach's geometry
Trying to mend a silence inside of me
Now the glue is set, the gold is hard and bright
It's finally done in the crepuscular light

[Outro]
Oh, Kaito, a new kind of garden
The gold is still wet.