歌詞

There’s a hairline in the quiet

Running under the floor

You only see it

When you stop

A cup sits still

But the rim remembers

A small white thread

In the calm

I keep my hands

Off the surface

Still it shows

Under light

Hairline in the quiet

Hairline in me

The calm holds shape

Till it starts to breathe

Hairline in the quiet

You barely see

But it goes through

Everything in me

I know that line

By the way I answer

Too fast

Too clean

Like I’m standing

On painted weather

Trying to look

Unsplit

The room stays gentle

The harp stays open

And something thin

Won’t leave

I keep my hands

Off the surface

Still it shows

Under light

Hairline in the quiet

Hairline in me

The calm holds shape

Till it starts to breathe

Hairline in the quiet

You barely see

But it goes through

Everything in me

If I lean in

It widens

If I name it

It stays

So I sit here

Very still

Letting the small break

Say my name

Hairline in the quiet

Hairline in me

The calm holds shape

Till it starts to breathe

Hairline in the quiet

You barely see

But it goes through

Everything in me