Sky the Color of Lemonade (versie 2)

Verse 1

Concrete's still warm through my jeans

Water tower hums in between

Paper cup, the ice gone thin

Rattles like spare change in a tin

Horns rehearse a single note

The city clears its throat

Pre-Chorus

Phone face-down beside my knee

Nobody's looking up at me

Down below the hurry hums

Up here the hour never comes

Chorus

Sky the color of lemonade

Poured out slow, it barely fades

I don't reach, I don't sip

Just the glow on my fingertips

Sky the color of lemonade

Verse 2

Pigeons in their gray lapels

Shuffle down the gutter rail

Sneakers damp from the hose next door

A neighbor's radio, one minor chord

The skyline yawns and leans back too

Like it's got nothing else to do

Pre-Chorus

Phone face-down beside my knee

Nobody's looking up at me

Down below the hurry hums

Up here the hour never comes

Chorus

Sky the color of lemonade

Poured out slow, it barely fades

I don't reach, I don't sip

Just the glow on my fingertips

Sky the color of lemonade

Bridge – whispered

I'm not counting down the light

I'm not waiting up for night

Steam lifts off a rooftop vent

Hangs there like it's paid the rent

Nothing here I need to hold

Just the lemon going gold

Final Chorus

Sky the color of lemonade

Poured out slow, it barely fades

I don't reach, I don't sip

Just the glow on my fingertips

Sky the color of lemonade

Outro

Somebody took a sour day

Stirred it slow, and look, it stayed

Sky the color of lemonade