Whispered Dye

[Verse 1]
Three suns have set beyond the Bay, your scent still holds its sway.
A knowing wink, a velvet breath, woven into threads of gray.
It clings to worn-out cotton, a story it won't betray.
Making quiet mischief in the dawn, inviting me to stay.

[Chorus]
Oh, this whispered dye, a story on my sleeve.
A gentle haunting, I still believe.
Your quiet touch, the memories you leave.
For something I don't want to grieve.

[Verse 2]
My fingers trace the languid weave, where your laughter used to catch.
An iridescent warmth, a playful, fragile patch.
This silent language resonates, beyond the ticking watch.
Three days, a stubborn grace, no longing I can unlatch.

[Chorus]
Oh, this whispered dye, a story on my sleeve.
A gentle haunting, I still believe.
Your quiet touch, the memories you leave.
For something I don't want to grieve.

[Bridge]
The urban hum outside my window, a patchwork of sound and light.
But this single thread holds steady, through the long Oakland night.
A quiet strength, a gentle knowing, making everything feel right.
This imprint of your hands, held in soft, ephemeral light.

[Chorus]
Oh, this whispered dye, a story on my sleeve.
A gentle haunting, I still believe.
Your quiet touch, the memories you leave.
For something I don't want to grieve.

[Outro]
Just this subtle velvet truth, clinging tight.
My favorite ghost in the dim morning light.