The rain taps a rhythm on the cold window pane C-minor is a deep shade of blue, bleeding in the rain I sit in the dark, watching the smoke slowly rise From a cigarette lit after the warmth of your eyes That golden ecstasy lingers, a sweet, heavy trace Before the blue melancholy reclaims its old place Oh, I see the chords as they float through the air A crimson refrain for the weight that we bear My pen hits the paper, trying to capture the sound Of a world where emotions are colors unbound Life is a rainbow trapped in the dark stormy skies A spectrum of light where the grey mist denies But through all the clouds, and the weights that I bend Stands the amber and green of the hand of a friend Oh, I see the chords as they float through the air A crimson refrain for the weight that we bear A cigarette glowing, a soft, fading spark Writing our shadows right into the dark Melancholy whispers, it knows me by name Painting my solitude inside of the frame We write to remember, we write to let go Of the neon-lit highs and the violet low A warm hand to hold when the canvas turns black A friend in the shadows to pull my soul back The smoke curls away, like a ghost in the room Merging the afterglow into the gloom Notes turn to colors... then fade into grey The rain keeps on washing the canvas away Just a lingering scent, and a page left to read...
