[Intro — very close, almost surprised] I looked up for no particular reason. And the sky had changed its mind. [Verse 1] Pink above the rooftops, pink along the rain, soft against the windows, caught inside the panes. Clouds that had been ordinary half an hour before suddenly were carrying something I could not ignore. No announcement. No occasion. No celestial parade. Just the evening quietly becoming something it had never promised to be. [Chorus — wide, simple, melodic] The sky went pink. That was all. And somehow that was enough. For a few small minutes the whole world looked soft. The sky went pink. No reason. No message I could find. Just light touching cloud and leaving something beautiful behind. [Verse 2] There was rose inside the silver, peach dissolving into blue, violet around the edges, colours arguing what to do. One cloud looked almost weightless. Another burned without a flame. And I stood there like an idiot, trying to remember every shade. As if memory could photograph what evening does to air. As if saying “This is beautiful” might somehow keep it there. [Chorus] The sky went pink. That was all. And somehow that was enough. For a few small minutes the whole world looked soft. The sky went pink. No reason. No message I could find. Just light touching cloud and leaving something beautiful behind. [Middle — almost spoken, music nearly stops] I know. It was only sunlight. Water. Dust. Angles. Atmosphere. Excellent. Thank you. Now explain why I stopped breathing for a second. [Verse 3 — warmer] Perhaps beauty does not need us to understand what it has done. Perhaps evening simply borrows a little colour from the sun. Perhaps pink is just a wavelength. Perhaps wonder is just chemistry. Fine. Let chemistry do this again tomorrow, please. Because the day had been quite ordinary. The news was still the news. Nothing had been fixed. Nothing forgiven. Nothing proved. And yet above the tired buildings, for one unreasonable while, the atmosphere had somehow remembered how to smile. [Final Chorus — luminous, restrained] The sky went pink. That was all. And somehow that was enough. For a few small minutes even time looked soft. The sky went pink. Then faded. As beautiful things often do. But I was there. I saw it. And now I’m telling you. The sky went pink. Nothing more. Nothing less. And tonight I think I needed exactly this. [Outro — almost whispered] I looked up for no particular reason. Good thing I did.
