[Intro] [Soft acoustic guitar picking] [Atmospheric ambient pads] [Verse 1] September spilled its palette, bleeding through the neon gray. You watch the city fading, watching hours slip away. The amber turns to ashes, and the crimson starts to burn, The cold rain washes over every page we used to turn. [Chorus] It’s our autumn watercolor, melting on the window pane. Blended by the falling teardrops, heavy shadows in the rain. Time is running in a circle, chasing what we couldn’t hold, Autumn watercolor painting... turning all our memories gold. [Verse 2] Wet footsteps on the pavement, pages soaked inside my coat. The wind is catching loyalty, like a forgotten note. The streets are smelling of espresso, cinnamon, and change, We are locked inside this canvas, where the world is acting strange. [Chorus] It’s our autumn watercolor, melting on the window pane. Blended by the falling teardrops, heavy shadows in the rain. Time is running in a circle, chasing what we couldn’t hold, Autumn watercolor painting... turning all our memories gold. [Bridge] [Acoustic guitar solo, deep and spacious] Blurry lines and moving headlights, bleeding through the misty night... Everything that used to hurt us, fades away in silver light. [Outro] Just watch the colors bleeding... let it go. Our autumn watercolor... soft and slow. [Fade out] [End]
