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Colors of Our Hands 2 by Rebecca

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Colors of Our Hands 2

Indie Pop,female vocals

0:003:35
Lyrics
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[Verse 1]
Streetlight pours copper on your sneakers,
Your laugh cracks open summer glass and heat.
You fold the night into a paper skyline,
Coffee steam and secret maps beneath your seat.
[Pre-Chorus]
Heartbeat like a match struck in the dark,
Close enough to see the small scar on your hand.
Colors tilt and tilt until they find a spark,
I follow where you draw the light and stand.
[Chorus]
You're the color in my dark, the sudden sun,
You mix midnight with sunflower gold, undone.
When storms arrive you knead the clouds to clay,
You paint my world awake and keep the gray away.
[Verse 2]
You hum that old vinyl, the needle finds its place,
A lullaby in the hum of our apartment walls.
You leave a note stuck to the mirror in pale face-ink,
A map of small brave things and paper-thin calls.
[Pre-Chorus — Variation]
Pulse like a lighthouse bouncing through the rain,
Your voice, a steady tide that pulls me to the shore.
Brushstrokes on the collarbone rewrite my name,
I learn the color of the life I want for sure.
[Chorus]
You're the color in my dark, the sudden sun,
You mix midnight with sunflower gold, undone.
When storms arrive you knead the clouds to clay,
You paint my world awake and keep the gray away.
[Bridge] (lift / key change)
I once kept my colors in a locked drawer,
Afraid they'd fray or vanish if I opened more.
You pried the lid and found the corners of my map—
Stayed when the ink ran and stitched me back with your hands.
[Chorus — Final / Variation]
You're the color in my dark — now we paint with both our hands,
You turn the small into the grand, the ordinary into plans.
When thunder tries to argue, we reply with light and sand,
You paint my world awake; I paint yours too — we stand.
[Outro]
Brushstrokes curl around the years we haven't planned,
A ribbon of our laughter tied in ink and trembling bands.
In every midnight fold and every morning strand,
You're the color in my dark — the color of our hands.
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