Composite Sketch

[Verse 1]
(He sings)
The Blue Room’s sign is bleeding on the wet asphalt.
You’re tracing water rings, a slow and sweet default.
What if we developed a different kind of scene?
A single roll of film, somewhere we’ve never been.

[Chorus]
(They sing together)
A composite sketch, just you and me.
A skyline out of focus, where we ought to be.

[Verse 2]
(She sings)
I know a backroad west of Lawrence, past the standing grain,
Where the light gets overexposed from the August sun and rain.
You said, “Just point the lens at something that don’t need a mend.”
A perfect, blurry snapshot right around the highway’s bend.

[Chorus]
(They sing together)
A composite sketch, a sun-bleached, warmer frame.
Learning how to whisper some other city's name.

[Bridge]
(He sings)
This long exposure’s got us fading at the edge.
(She sings)
Let’s burn a brighter negative on that limestone ledge.

[Chorus]
(They sing together)
A composite sketch, a story in the grain,
Developing a quiet through the static and the rain.

[Outro]
(He sings)
So, Tuesday, then?
(She sings)
The aperture’s wide open.