Lyric

Lemon sky above the bay

Painted soft in morning gray

Sipping light from dawn’s first sigh

Thinking slow and asking why

Crumbs of toast, a cooling tea

Songs you left still sing in me

Curtains dance, the windows shine

But I can’t say I’m doing fine

And I wait, on this tide

Let the breeze decide

If the past will drift away

Or come back with words to say

Lemon sky, a golden hue

Carries ghosts of me and you

Barefoot echoes down the hall

Moments framed along the wall

Rain begins to tap the ground

With a soft, forgiving sound

Like your voice inside my ear

Saying what I long to hear

Would you smile if you came back?

Would we fall or fade to black?

I don’t know, but still I stand

Catching dreams with empty hands

And I wait, on this tide

Let the breeze decide

If the past will drift away

Or come back with words to say

Laundry sways upon the line

Time moves on in tangled twine

Yet I breathe you with the day

In the lemon sky's ballet

Lemon sky, my gentle friend

Promise me this ache will end

Let me float on hues so wide

Till I meet the other side

And I breathe, but I drown

In the echo of this town

All the places we once knew

Carry footprints made by you

Tide of you, don’t let me go

Let me drift, let feelings grow