[Genre: Chill Pop / Bossa Nova / Lo-fi] [BPM: 90] [Mood: Playful, Creative, Warm, Free-spirited] [Voice: Sweet airy female vocal, solo] [Intro] (Bright nylon guitar, cheerful shaker, light synth sparkle) [Verse 1] Sunday morning, canvas on the floor Acrylic tubes I bought from the corner store No masterpiece, no gallery in mind Just the colors talking, leaving thoughts behind [Verse 2] Bare feet stepping on a drop of blue Mixing red and gold till something new Comes alive like breathing on its own This apartment never felt more like a home [Pre-Chorus] I'm not an artist, that's what people say But the brush keeps moving anyway Every stroke a word I couldn't speak Every shade a feeling through the week [Chorus] Let me paint the morning on the wall Let me draw the sound of evenfall I don't need a frame to hold it in Let the mess be beautiful, let it begin Let me splash the sky across the room Orange and violet, watch it bloom Nothing has to mean a single thing I just want to feel and let it ring [Verse 3] There's a woman dancing in the swirl Half a face, half a different world She's the part of me I haven't met The one who lives without a single regret [Verse 4] Spilled some water, laughed and let it spread Turned into a river, ocean, riverbed Happy little accidents they say That's how most of life is made anyway [Pre-Chorus] Tomorrow I might hang it on the door Or maybe paint another one on the floor It doesn't matter what becomes of this The magic was the making, was the bliss [Chorus] Let me paint the morning on the wall Let me draw the sound of evenfall I don't need a frame to hold it in Let the mess be beautiful, let it begin Let me splash the sky across the room Orange and violet, watch it bloom Nothing has to mean a single thing I just want to feel and let it ring [Bridge] We spend our days in boxes, straight and neat Coloring inside the lines, repeat But here inside my tiny little space I let the colors run all over the place What if life is just a canvas too And we're all painting something bold and true What if every day's a brushstroke wide And the art is just the way we feel inside [Bridge - lifting gently] Ooh, colors on my hands Ooh, no one understands Ooh, and that's perfectly fine This Sunday painting's only mine [Chorus - final] Let me paint the morning on the wall Let me draw the sound of evenfall I don't need a frame to hold it in Let the mess be beautiful, let it begin Let me splash the sky across the room Orange and violet, watch it bloom Nothing has to mean a single thing I just want to feel and let it ring [Outro] (Soft humming, playful) Mm-mm, let it ring Mm-mm, everything Mm-mm, mm-mm-mm My Sunday painting (Guitar picks lighten, shaker fades, a final synth sparkle) [End]
