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Colors in the Sky 2 by KRISHNA

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Colors in the Sky 2

indie,female vocals

0:003:51
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[Verse 1]
Sun cuts the curtains, a razor on the floor,
Neon laundry on the rooftop, a postcard from the poor.
Coffee rings like constellations on the kitchen table,
You hum the train-line rhythm, like you’re willing and able.
[Pre-Chorus]
Keep the small light burning, thread it through your veins,
Tiny beacons pointing home through subway rains.
[Chorus]
Colors in the sky.
Colors in the sky.
Neon and cigarette maps, the way we split the night,
Paper boats on rain gutters, we learned to hold them tight.
Colors in the sky — the single truth I buy,
A pulse inside the pavement, a promise in reply.
[Verse 2]
You left a jacket on the bench, winter wrote your name,
I kept the ticket stub that said we’d never be the same.
We traded honest mornings for rehearsed goodbyes,
I learned to read the corners of our unfinished lines.
[Pre-Chorus]
Hold the crooked postcards, let the edges blur and bend,
Some stories close with sorrow, some start again, my friend.
[Chorus]
Colors in the sky.
Colors in the sky.
Neon and coffee stains that map our midnight tries,
The streetlight hum remembers where we learned to lie.
Colors in the sky — the line I draw, the cry,
A thread between two rooftops, catching sparks that fly.
[Bridge]
When the night eats color, we draw constellations on a napkin,
Name each star after the things we never could imagine.
We tape them to the window, where the cold wind writes replies,
Turn the city into lanterns, pin our stories to the sky.
[Chorus — Alt]
Colors in the sky.
Colors in the sky.
Neon and coffee maps, and the small honest fights,
We fold the paper future into sharper, kinder light.
Colors in the sky — don’t let the colors lie,
Keep the ink of us from fading when the morning cries.
[Outro]
So here’s to the colors that sew our crooked maps,
To neon laundry blessings and the coffee-stained gaps.
Colors in the sky — I lift my hands, I try,
To paint a quieter sunrise where the broken things survive.
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