Zen Suite

[ Lyrics ]

Silence costs millions… 
Silence costs millions… 

He bought the whole rack in Ginza, no ask,
black wool coat, cashmere scarf — walked out like a task.
No receipt, no second glance, just my name on the tag.
I glide through the lobby, shoes still on box,
bellman bows low, knows I’m not lost.
Room 7, key in the slot — air so still it could talk.

Slide the shoji wide, garden lit with stone lanterns,
paper moon low, koi swimming in patterns.
No words since morning, but the message is planted:
you don’t have to speak when everything’s granted.

Silence costs millions — no rush, no debt,
just tatami under my feet and a sunset I get.
Silence costs millions — no need to explain,
he reads the pause like a page I can’t name.

Chef remembers I take my miso on the side,
uni chilled on jade, the sashimi sliced wide.
He nods before I speak, like he’s lived in my brain,
champagne flute sweating, no ice in his plan.
One seat at the bar, reserved in the flame,
where the rice touches fish — that’s the part that’s sacred.

No ring on my finger, but the moment’s engaged,
each gesture a vow never formally made.
You don’t need a stage when the world’s rearranged
just to see me breathe — calm, unchanged.

Silence costs millions — no rush, no debt,
just cherry blooms in the breeze and a debt I forget.
Silence costs millions — no need to compete,
love isn’t loud when it’s this complete.

He hands me a napkin with origami folds,
no menu, no choice — trust is the gold.
The soy sauce is poured before I say ‘yes’.
That’s the real luxury: being known, not guessed.

Silence costs millions — no fight, no chase,
just heat from the kitchen and grace on my face.
Silence costs millions — the quiet's a throne,
I get the crown every time I come home.

Silence… costs… millions.