Haint Hue

[Chorus]
Haint blue on the porch ceiling, peeling.
This kind of happy is a stolen feeling.

[Verse 1]
The fan on the floor just pushes the heat around.
Right ear gets the rhythm, left ear gets the ground.
The pressure change before the June rain comes.
Muffled Gullah gospel, my grandmother's hums.

[Chorus]
Haint blue on the porch ceiling, peeling.
This kind of happy is a stolen feeling.

[Verse 2]
The grain of the cypress board, cool under my thumb.
"Dat blue keep da bad vex out," where the memories come from.
One coat every decade, a slow osmosis fade.
Covering up the watermark the last hurricane made.

[Bridge]
Is it faith or is it just resonance?
A frequency my blood has always known.

[Outro]
A stolen feeling.
Still peeling.