[Intro: reversed piano, distant whisper] (erase... erase...) (white-white-white) [808 swell, vinyl crackle] [Verse 1: syncopated melodic rap] I've got a hundred lives I barely hold A hundred stories tangled in my soul Every doorway opens to a different face Every promise keeps me anchored in a place (tied up, tied up) [Pre-Chorus: rising harmonies] There's something sweet about a match When every thread's too tight to catch (burn it down... down...) [Chorus: soaring falsetto, heavy 808] Paint it white, let the colors run Tear the pages, leave the story undone I could walk where nobody knows my name No more guilt and no one left to blame (oh-oh-oh) A clean horizon, empty skies Could I find peace if I erased my lives? [Drop: chopped vocals, cowbell] (wipe-wipe-clean) (blank-blank-dream) (boom-ka-tss, bmm-tss-ka) [Sliding sub-bass, frantic breakbeat] [Verse 2: double-time, layered whispers] I fantasize about the great escape No loose ends and no mistakes But every bridge I'd leave in flames Has someone standing there who knows my name (my name, my name) [Bridge: beat cuts, fragile falsetto] Maybe freedom isn't starting new Maybe peace is making room for truth But God, the silence looks so sweet On a road with nothing at my feet [Final Chorus: stacked harmonies, halftime] Paint it white, let the colors run Tear the pages, leave the story undone I want a future without yesterday But would I love the man who walked away? (walk away, fade away) A perfect canvas, empty skies Why does peace look so much like goodbye? [Outro: tape slowdown, whispered] (erase... erase...) [Single piano note] (I can't...)
