Verse 1

We stood beneath a color with no name

The kind that only lasts a minute, maybe less

We reached for someone absent all the same

And held a phone up to an emptiness

The orange, the specific bruised-rose tone

That bends above the treeline after rain

We see it clearest when we see alone

And that's the part that makes it hard to name

Chorus

We want the ones we love to see what we see

We want the sky to hold until they come

But beauty doesn't wait for company

It goes before the message can be sent

And we are left with something almost said

A color in the chest instead

Bridge

What do we do with skies like this

With all the perfect unreceived

The moments that no camera catches right

That live in us like secondhand belief

We carry them like notes we never sent

Like proof of something almost shared

Like standing in a cathedral of the air

And finding no one else was there

Outro

So we remember it for them

We hold the color, say it later

We say — it was this kind of pink

And that's the closest we can get

Instrumental Outro

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