Subject to Interpretation
Verse 1 She walks where the shadows remember her name Frames on the wall—but they never stay the same Faces that flicker, then quietly shift Truth is a fracture she learned how to lift She cuts from the pages the world left behind Rebuilds them in ways they were never designed A thousand eyes watching but none of them see The woman she is… or the things she’s set free ⸻ Pre-Chorus They try to define her in black and in white But she lives in the edges between wrong and right ⸻ Chorus She is subject to interpretation A beautiful distortion of creation You can look—but you won’t understand She slips like dust right through your hands Every layer hides another form Soft as silence… deep as a storm Oh, she was never meant for explanation She is subject… to interpretation ⸻ Verse 2 She smiles like she knows something no one can prove A quiet defiance in each subtle move They call her too much, they call her too strange But she is the one thing that never will change A butterfly caught in a world made of glass But she learned how to shatter what’s not meant to last Her beauty’s unsettling, elegant, wild A woman, a muse… and something exiled ⸻ Pre-Chorus They reach for her meaning, they beg for her truth But she disappears just outside of their view ⸻ Chorus She is subject to interpretation A living, breathing contradiction You can stare—but you won’t translate The shifting lines that recreate Every scar is a hidden form Every calm is a waiting storm Oh, she was never meant for explanation She is subject… to interpretation ⸻ Bridge (surreal / haunting) Cut the silence, stitch the dream Nothing here is what it seems Turn the image, blur the face Lose yourself inside the space She is stillness, she is flame Every version wears her name ⸻ Final Chorus (lift, darker intensity) She is subject to interpretation A masterpiece without location Every glance just rearranges All the truth she never changes She is shadow, she is form She is quiet… she is storm Oh, she was never meant for explanation She is subject… to interpretation ⸻ Outro (haunting, minimal) Don’t look too long Don’t try to see She isn’t yours She isn’t free
