Indigo Room
Hanory
The light is leaning heavy on your shoulder blades
A map of constellations in the amber shade
We're folding time like paper planes
In the hollow of the dead, where the quiet remains
Your pulse is a rhythm I've known before
A wooden ghost dancing on the floor
And the air is thick with the scent of almost
Your breath is a tide on the salt, on the coast
Oh, let the indigo soak through the bone
In this minor-key garden, we are never alone
It's the weight of your hand, a familiar gravity
A liquid prayer in the dark, in the cavity
Just you, just me, in the frequency of we
You speak in colors I can't quite name
A blue-green fire, a gentle flame
The way your knuckles brush against my wrist
A logic that the morning can't resist
Where two echoes trapped in a hollow tree
Singing the same low melody
Is it heavy? (Is it heavy?)
The way we lean into the grey
Is it holy? (Is it holy?)
To love the ghost of the day?
Let the indigo soak through the bone
In this minor-key garden, we are never alone
It's the weight of your hand, a familiar gravity
A liquid prayer in the dark, in the cavity
Just a breath
Just a rain on the skin
Stay within
Stay within