Verse 1 I make a door out of a question, hang a moon inside the frame. I paint the horse, I paint the zebra, then I let them change their names. The internet is strange and glowing, half cathedral, half cartoon. A million little sparks are drifting through a blue electric room. Pre-Chorus And I don’t know where the wild things go when the ordinary cracks, but I follow every color trail and I don’t look back. Chorus Because I have to, because the world gets thin, because the light comes leaking through the places we’ve been. Because it’s sacred, because it’s strange, because a broken little wonder can still rearrange. And if I make it personal, wild, and true, someone out there in the dark might feel seen too. Verse 2 Art was never meant to behave, never meant to stand up straight. It can wear a meme-shaped halo, it can glitch outside the gate. It can be a prompt-lit pony, a story wrapped in static stars, a celestial courtroom somewhere where the cats are running law. Pre-Chorus And I don’t need it gallery-safe, I don’t need it polished clean. Give me color with a heartbeat, give me beauty with its seams. Chorus Because I have to, because the world gets thin, because the light comes leaking through the places we’ve been. Because it’s sacred, because it’s strange, because a broken little wonder can still rearrange. And if I make it personal, wild, and true, someone out there in the dark might feel seen too. Bridge Reality frays at the edge of the field, imagination runs with its mane unsealed. The quiet things shimmer, the plain things bloom, there’s a secret parade in the afternoon. So I dress the day in impossible skin, let the odd little miracles wander in. Not to escape what’s already here, but to show it glowing, bright and weird. Final Chorus Because I have to, because I know there’s magic in the ordinary when you let it show. Because it’s sacred, because it’s fun, because the strange is where the truest colors run. And if I make it personal, wild, and true, someone out there in the dark might feel seen too. Outro So I’ll keep making doors from light, keep chasing color through the blue, keep leaving little lanterns out for the ones who feel it too.
