[Verse 1] You stood where the black sand thinned, A red cloth pulling at the wind. One pale hand, your sleeve gone still, The empty plain beneath the hill. [Pre-Chorus] I called your name into the weather; It came back smaller than before. [Chorus] You were a wound of color in the gray, A shape the wind could almost take away. I watched you turn, but never saw your face; The ash kept every footstep in its place. [Verse 2] The hem dragged softly through the grit, The red kept straining, stitch by stitch. No house, no road, no passing train, Just your outline crossing the plain. [Pre-Chorus] I held the words I meant to give you; The cold had closed them in my throat. [Chorus] You were a wound of color in the gray, A shape the wind could almost take away. I watched you turn, but never saw your face; The ash kept every footstep in its place. [Bridge] If morning finds the cloth still there, I’ll know the wind has changed its mind. If nothing’s left but darkened sand, I’ll trace the edge you left behind. [Final Chorus] You were a wound of color in the gray, A shape the wind could almost take away. I watched you turn, but never saw your face; The ash kept every footstep in its place. [Outro] One pale hand against the weather, Red receding, farther, farther.
