L'Éclat

Lyrics

[Intro]
Here you are again.
On the oak table.
A perfect, silent weight.
My problem, dressed in gold.

[Verse 1]
King Hiero is waiting.
The whole of Syracuse is waiting.
The goldsmith swore you were true, didn't he?
But my scales only tell me your mass.
Your dumb, beautiful, indifferent shine.
I trace your edges with my thumb.
I weigh the space between the filigree.
Trying to break in.
Believing the answer is locked inside you.

[Chorus]
And then the water rises.
And the question dissolves.
It was never about what you are.
It was about the space you take.
The quiet displacement.
The truth the water tells when the gold is silent.

[Verse 2]
I walked away from the table.
Left you in the quiet room.
The steam in the bathhouse was a white flag.
A surrender.
My body, a tired weight of its own, sinking.
I wasn't looking for an answer anymore.
I was just looking for warmth.
To let my bones forget the feeling of cold metal.

[Chorus]
And then the water rises.
And the question dissolves.
It was never about what you are.
It was about the space you take.
The quiet displacement.
The truth the water tells when the gold is silent.

[Bridge]
A single drop of water, from my hand, hits the surface.
Another.
The level shifts.
The marble lip of the tub is suddenly wet.
And my own skin tells the story.
The volume of me.
The volume of you.
The problem wasn't a knot to be untied.
It was a room, and I was trying the wrong door.
I have it.

[Outro]
The street is wet beneath my feet.
Not from shouting, not from running.
Just the overflow.
You're still on the table.
But you're not heavy anymore.
You're just... solved.