AdrIA GreyTones - A Little Blue Afterimage
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AdrIA GreyTones - A Little Blue Afterimage
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AdrIA GreyTones
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LYRICS:
[Verse 1]
The curtains held the afternoon
Dust turned gold above the chair
You drew a crooked paper moon
And left your crayons everywhere
I found that box beneath the stairs
With dates I almost knew by heart
A birthday candle, plastic glare
Your small hand waving before the cut
[Pre-Chorus]
Now every room is saved in files
But none of them can hold your smile
[Chorus]
Memories painted in blue light
Faces flicker, then disappear
I reach through glass on a quiet night
For the warmth that used to live here
All that remains is a borrowed frame
And a little blue afterimage
[Verse 2]
The tape runs crooked through the years
A kitchen laugh, a slammed screen door
Your mother singing through the fear
While rain kept tapping on the floor
I keep the old machine unplugged
Still hear it turning when I sleep
The past was never meant to be
A perfect file we get to keep
[Pre-Chorus]
The brighter that the screen becomes
The farther back the daylight runs
[Chorus]
Memories painted in blue light
Faces flicker, then disappear
I reach through glass on a quiet night
For the warmth that used to live here
All that remains is a borrowed frame
And a little blue afterimage
[Bridge]
If I close my eyes, I can feel
The woolen sleeve against my cheek
The hallway smelled of dust and meals
The kind of home no cloud can keep
Let the picture lose its shape
Let the missing years remain
Some things fade because they lived
Not because they were erased
[Final Chorus]
Memories painted in blue light
Still turning softly in the dark
I hold the silence, I hold it tight
Like a match struck inside a heart
Though every image fades to gray
Your warmth is more than what survives
No screen can take the world away
From the hands that made mine feel alive
[Outro]
The curtains hold the afternoon
Dust settles gently on the chair
I leave the blue room and walk through
Carrying what was always there