Golden lines tracing old café walls
A hush in the evening hum
Streetlights flicker like thoughts I can’t hold
Reflections swimming in puddles of gold
Your name in the air, still lingers so slow
Caught in the time between coming and go
And I paint the sky with colors we knew
In every tone, a memory of you
Slow like the light when the day turns blue
Sketches of love, still coming through
Cracks on the sidewalk, the shape of our talk
The jazz from the bar shadows every block
I sip on the breeze like I’m holding you close
But nothing stays, just the echo that floats
Still I find you in the silent beats
Where the city sighs and my longing meets
And I paint the sky with colors we knew
In every tone, a memory of you
Soft like the dust when the moon breaks through
Sketches of love, still coming through
Oh, the bridge where we once stood still
Now I pass with a quiet thrill
Every note of our song remains
Playing low in the windowpane
So I paint the sky with what we became
In all the light that forgot our name
Gone with the dusk, yet somehow true
Sketches of love, still coming through
The streetlamp fades, but I still see you