Soft in the bowl, I make it nice
Obsessed with the last train
the numbers
- bpm
- 112
- key
- F# minor
- energy
- 0.66
- dance
- 0.95
- valence
- 0.68
- vocal at
- 1.8s
- length
- 3:14
- language
- Ja
lyrics
Cardboard cut open on the floor One red kettle by the door Ladles clink in a stainless bowl Moon rice in the pot, taking hold I rinse the grains in a plastic sieve Check the clock, then let it breathe First steam climbs from the little flame New room, new hands, same old name First rice, first rice, first rice, first rice Soft in the bowl, I make it nice First rice, first rice, first rice, first rice One tiny meal in a borrowed life Three bowls stack by the sink in a row A soy bottle, half a pear, and a glow I burn the edge, but I eat it there Bare feet on tile, damp with care The fan hums low above my head A blue dish towel on the bed I split a plum, I taste the day And the old apartment drifts away First rice, first rice, first rice, first rice Soft in the bowl, I make it nice First rice, first rice, first rice, first rice One tiny meal in a borrowed life At 7:12, the pot goes quiet I hear my spoon tap once and try it No crowd, no party, just me and this tray Still, I found my way today First rice, first rice, first rice, first rice Soft in the bowl, I make it nice First rice, first rice, first rice, first rice One tiny meal in a borrowed life