wistful · spectating · unshareable
A beauty so precise and fleeting it becomes a kind of grief — the sky is the color of something you can't transmit, and the wishing is the whole feeling.
The Color Nobody Received
Verse 1
We stood beneath it, no way to send it
The gradient between the clouds and what we meant
Something so exact it almost had a name
We watched it shift and felt the old familiar ache
Chorus
We wanted you here
Not for us, but for this
The kind of thing a photograph just misses
The exact shade of almost and of far
We held it in our chests where you are
Verse 2
We've tried to describe it, found the wrong words for it
Warm but not golden, blue but not quite calm
It lasted maybe four minutes on a Tuesday
We memorized it like an unanswered voicemail
Chorus
We wanted you here
Not for us, but for this
The kind of thing a photograph just misses
The exact shade of almost and of far
We held it in our chests where you are
Bridge
Maybe this is how we carry each other
Not in words but in the colors we can't share
Every sky we see alone becomes a letter
Sent to someone standing somewhere in the air
Outro
We looked up
We thought of you
The sky went gray
We looked up
Instrumental Outro
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