Sky-Like Blue

[Pre-Chorus]
Body heat fades on the last train's track
Streetlamp reflection burns in the dark
We trace constellations through the glass
A silent pulse where the city's mass

[Chorus - harmonies]
Blue celadon skies, we're drifting through
Echoes of laughter on the wind's breath
Sky-like whispers curl around the bruise
Of moments lost in the rain-slicked view