Canvas on Fire
演唱：JSOBrush strokes in silence, night unfolds
Memories flicker in silver and gold
Low light hums, canvas breathes
I paint in echoes, my mind believes
Faded signs on broken street
Every step a loop, every rhyme on repeat
Dreams drip slow on a vinyl beat
This city whispers where shadows meet
Eyes like murals, thoughts collide
Truth in smudges I used to hide
I rhyme in sketches, I bleed in sound
Looking for pieces I haven’t found
Clouds in my head, paint in my veins
Notes fall soft like midnight rain
Colors swirl, no rules apply
This is where my echoes lie
Echoes in the paint, I lose my name
Nothing feels still, but I stay the same
Stories in color, whispered and faint
This is my truth — echoes in the paint
Polaroid thoughts stuck in loops
Every beat a brush in the solitude
Canvas talks when I don’t speak
Rhymes drift off where silence peaks
Every chord a shadow trace
Of something lost in time and space
Still I write, still I float
In a dream made of every note
Can you hear it? Faint and slow
The voice of art in undertow
It hums, it fades, but still it stays
Like quiet truths in unseen ways
Echoes in the paint, I lose my name
Nothing feels still, but I stay the same
Stories in color, whispered and faint
This is my truth — echoes in the paint
Fade with the beat, drift with the blue
Each layer speaks what I once knew
Tick, tick — brush, brush — gone again
But echoes remain in every stain
Memories flicker in silver and gold
Low light hums, canvas breathes
I paint in echoes, my mind believes
Faded signs on broken street
Every step a loop, every rhyme on repeat
Dreams drip slow on a vinyl beat
This city whispers where shadows meet
Eyes like murals, thoughts collide
Truth in smudges I used to hide
I rhyme in sketches, I bleed in sound
Looking for pieces I haven’t found
Clouds in my head, paint in my veins
Notes fall soft like midnight rain
Colors swirl, no rules apply
This is where my echoes lie
Echoes in the paint, I lose my name
Nothing feels still, but I stay the same
Stories in color, whispered and faint
This is my truth — echoes in the paint
Polaroid thoughts stuck in loops
Every beat a brush in the solitude
Canvas talks when I don’t speak
Rhymes drift off where silence peaks
Every chord a shadow trace
Of something lost in time and space
Still I write, still I float
In a dream made of every note
Can you hear it? Faint and slow
The voice of art in undertow
It hums, it fades, but still it stays
Like quiet truths in unseen ways
Echoes in the paint, I lose my name
Nothing feels still, but I stay the same
Stories in color, whispered and faint
This is my truth — echoes in the paint
Fade with the beat, drift with the blue
Each layer speaks what I once knew
Tick, tick — brush, brush — gone again
But echoes remain in every stain