Текст песни
[Verse 1] You patrol the west wing after closing Blue tape marks the places no one goes A canvas turned its face toward the ceiling Like it knew what every visitor knows You found my name beneath the varnish Written small where the gold leaf breaks Not a signature, not an invitation Just a question only your hands could trace [Pre-Chorus] You said, “Don’t touch it, let it breathe” I said, “Some things wake when they’re left alone” The whole room tilted quietly And the marble gave back a lower tone [Chorus] Meet me where the portraits lose their eyes Where the frame remembers every alibi We can trade our fingerprints for clues Leave the masterpiece with nothing left to prove If the guard lights flicker, let them shine I’ll be the secret you don’t have to hide No one owns the color after midnight Come close, come close, and redraw the line [Verse 2] There was a crack across the painted ocean A thin black road through a field of blue You called it damage, I called it a doorway Neither one of us looked away from you In the archive, dust rose like witnesses Old labels slept inside their drawers You wore the silence like a tailored jacket I wore the truth beneath the floor [Pre-Chorus] You said, “Every masterpiece has a witness” I said, “Every witness edits what they saw” The security clock kept missing minutes While your shoulder found the shape of mine in the dark [Chorus] Meet me where the portraits lose their eyes Where the frame remembers every alibi We can trade our fingerprints for clues Leave the masterpiece with nothing left to prove If the guard lights flicker, let them shine I’ll be the secret you don’t have to hide No one owns the color after midnight Come close, come close, and redraw the line [Bridge] Don’t restore me to the way I was Don’t call the fracture something to repair Let the broken blue become a language Let the missing gold stay hanging in the air [Male Harmony] Stay in the room Stay in the room Let the silence tell the truth [Final Chorus] Meet me where the portraits lose their eyes Where the frame remembers every alibi We can trade our fingerprints for clues Leave the masterpiece with nothing left to prove When the city turns the lock at five We’ll step out carrying a different sky No one owns the color after midnight Come close, come close, and redraw the line [Outro] You patrol the west wing after closing I disappear where the blue begins
