[Intro] (Gentle acoustic guitar picking, warm and nostalgic) [Verse 1] Square little windows to worlds in my mind Four hundred covers, I leave them behind Faces of people who never drew breath Neon-lit cities and valleys of death I painted with words, and the pixels aligned A gallery of memories, beautifully designed [Chorus] Four hundred covers, a visual stream Snapshots of a two-year dream Every color, every shade Tells the story of the music we made Hanging them up in the halls of my heart The beautiful chaos of digital art [Verse 2] There’s the one with the wolf in the snow And the cyberpunk city with the purple glow The abstract shapes and the vintage cars The lonely astronaut looking at stars They were the face of the songs that I spun Four hundred covers, and now it is done [Chorus] Four hundred covers, a visual stream Snapshots of a two-year dream Every color, every shade Tells the story of the music we made Hanging them up in the halls of my heart The beautiful chaos of digital art [Bridge] (A warm cello joins the acoustic guitar) I scroll through the folders, I look at the art Each one a piece of my overworked heart A beautiful museum of quantity's reign I wouldn't trade it, the joy or the pain. [Outro] Four hundred covers. Closing the gallery door. (Soft acoustic strum, slowly fading out)
