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Lyrics

[Intro - Sparse Synth, Low Bass]

[Verse 1]
She paints in colors with no name
Every one mixed down from flame
She hangs her mirrors facing west
Where the dying light looks best
She sings at midnight, low and strange
In a key I can't arrange
I stood all night outside her wall
Never heard my name at all

[Pre-Chorus - Build]
And every canvas was a door
Painted shut since long before
The day I asked her what was kept
On the side where no one slept

[Chorus - Full Band]
The gallery was burning
Long before I ever came
She keeps the embers turning
Every canvas needs a flame
The night she lit the rafters
I was hanging on the wall
The critics, morning after
Called it her finest work of all

[Verse 2]
Three a.m., the pen is bleeding
Pages turned against the light
Every poem wants more feeding
Than a man can give at night
She sings saints down from the steeple
In a voice she stole from grief
Trusts the canvas, not the people
Says the knife hides in belief

[Pre-Chorus - Build]
Every kindness was a treason
She had suffered once before
Every spring, a hidden season
Winter waiting in the core

[Chorus - Full Band]
The gallery was burning
Long before I ever came
She keeps the embers turning
Every canvas needs a flame
The night she lit the rafters
I was hanging on the wall
The critics, morning after
Called it her finest work of all

[Bridge - Quiet, Congas, Low Vocal]
Built a harbor in the shallows
She saw cannons on the shore
Peace to her was just the gallows
Waiting quiet by the door

[Build - Double Bass Drums, Rising]
So she struck the only ending
She could sign without a doubt
If a heart is worth defending
Burn it down and lock it out

[Final Chorus - Energy: High]
The gallery is burning
She finally lit the flame
I watched my portrait turning
Into smoke above the frame
She never could have kept me
That was never hers at all
The critics, in the morning
Called it her finest work of all

[Outro - Slow Fade, Sparse]
Somewhere she is still singing
In a key I never learned
And an empty frame is hanging
In a gallery that burned
[End]

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