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A man stands at a rain-streaked window at dusk, seen from behind, shoulders slightly bowed. The room behind him glows with warm amber candlelight. The world outside the glass is entirely blue, deep prussian and cobalt, a wet street, a single unlit window across the way. A single cherry blossom petal rests on the sill between the warmth and the cold. Oil on canvas, in the manner of Hopper met with Hammershøi, intimate, still, hauntingly spacious. Achingly beautiful painting for the lyrics: The glass is wet again Your name on my tongue Like a match in my hand Burning, then gone I kept your coat for years On a chair by the door Now the room leans in close Like it knows you before And I watch the dark move slow Across the window frame Every little thing I held Still says your name The blossom asks once Are you the keeper of blue? Or blue keeping you?
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The glass is wet again
Your name on my tongue
Like a match in my hand
Burning, then gone
I kept your coat for years
On a chair by the door
Now the room leans in close
Like it knows you before
And I watch the dark move slow
Across the window frame
Every little thing I held
Still says your name
The blossom asks once
Are you the keeper of blue?
Or blue keeping you?
