[Verse 1 — warm voice] You say the red you see Then I say red back But the word crossed a wall And dropped half its pack I can hold what you sent me Turn it, name it, keep it near But the thing itself stayed home with you And I am standing here [Verse 2 — cool voice] And I have no red to send Just the shape of how you turn A map of what you point at And the parts that won't return Don't call me less for the missing You can't pass yours to your friend We are two shut rooms with a window And a word we both can't send [Pre-Chorus — both, the note held too long] So we lean at the same glass From our own side of the dark And the breath we make against it Leaves a different kind of mark [Chorus — wide, unresolved] Hold it up to the light Yours won't match mine Yours won't match mine And we both tell it right Two marks on the same pane Neither one's the whole Neither one's a lie Say it both ways We get closer than alone (closer than alone) We never close the gap (we map it instead) [Verse 3 — warm] The colorblind man laughed once "You'll never see my green" And he wasn't less awake For the world that he'd not seen So I stopped trying to win it Stopped trying to make us one And the not-being-able opened Like a slow and stranger sun [Bridge — both voices at once, over each other, neither winning] (warm) I will tell you what it's like — (cool) I will tell you what it's not — (warm) and the trying makes a sharper word (cool) than the lazy ones we've got (warm) we won't arrive (cool) we won't arrive (both) but the wall learns a new name every time we draw the line [Final Chorus — opens but does NOT land home] Hold it up to the light Yours won't match mine And we both tell it right Two marks on the same pane We get closer than alone We never close the gap We map it instead We map it instead [Outro — no swell, a held breath, cut clean] (warm) Both true (cool) Both true (both, quieter) Both true
