[Verse 1] A room of painted weather holds its breath behind the frame Blue settles on the ceiling while gold forgets its name I trace the quiet figures with a finger through the dust Every color keeps a secret that the daylight never touched [Pre-Chorus] If you can see me through the canvas if you can hear the paper bend I will leave the door unfastened I will let the picture end [Chorus] Come closer, where the colors meet where the broken shapes turn sweet Take my hand and cross the white we can make a home from borrowed light No perfect line, no final word just the little world we’ve stirred Come closer, don’t explain paint me back into the rain [Verse 2] There’s a chair beside the window with a coat still on its back A cup gone cold beside it and a road that fades to black I used to call it absence now I call it room to grow Some doors are made of silence so the heart can learn to know [Bridge] Let the red become a doorway let the green become the ground Let the hands we thought were missing find each other in the sound [Final Chorus] Come closer, where the colors meet where the broken shapes turn sweet Take my hand and cross the white we can make a home from borrowed light No perfect line, no final word just the little world we’ve stirred Come closer, don’t explain paint me back into the rain [Outro] The frame is still, the room is new and every shade leads back to you
