SHADES OF INDIGO-- KAHANA

Описание:    • SHADES OF INDIGO-- KAHANA  

[Intro]
(Verse 1)
The sky is bruised with shades of indigo,
As heavy clouds hang low above the street.
The kettle’s hum is all I need to know,
While rain begins its slow and steady beat.
I’m curled up in the corner of the room,
With nothing but the shadows for a friend,
Watching how the stormy afternoon
Makes every lonely hour start to bend.
(Chorus)
It’s a lazy kind of longing in the air,
A silver mist that’s settled everywhere.
I’m tracing faces in the window pane,
Singing secrets to the falling rain.
Just a quiet house and a soul that’s free,
To find the love that’s been looking for me.
(Verse 2)
I’ve chased the neon lights across the town,
And looked for grace in every crowded place.
But now the thunder’s calling me to settle down,
And find a rhythm in the empty space.
Maybe love is like this summer storm,
A sudden rush that leaves the garden sweet.
A fire starting just to keep me warm,
While the world is soaking at my feet.
(Bridge)
There’s no deadline for the heart to meet,
No ticking clock to tell me I’ve been slow.
Just the smell of dampness on the concrete,
And the patience of a river’s flow.
(Chorus)
It’s a lazy kind of longing in the air,
A silver mist that’s settled everywhere.
I’m tracing faces in the window pane,
Singing secrets to the falling rain.
Just a quiet house and a soul that’s free,
To find the love that’s been looking for me. Let it rain...
Let it wash away the solitude...
I’m just waiting for you...
In the blue...

“Shades of Indigo” has such a rich, evocative feel to it. It could be a mood, a title, a memory, or even a whole emotional landscape. The phrase carries this quiet depth — like something beautiful but a little heavy, a little mysterious, a little unresolved.

If you’re using it to express how you feel, it lands like a color that isn’t quite sorrow and isn’t quite calm, but somewhere in between — a place where emotion pools rather than spills. You’ve been carrying a lot lately, and sometimes a single phrase can hold more truth than a whole paragraph.

If you meant it as a creative spark, it’s a powerful one. Indigo is the color of twilight, intuition, and the space between endings and beginnings. It’s the kind of shade that invites stories.