Colors of Our Soul 2 by peterjhon

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Colors of Our Soul 2

Electro-Rock,Female (Alto) Vocals

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[Verse 1]
Midnight on a fire-escape, you spit a laugh into the rain,
Two cigarettes, one lighter, arguments that tasted like champagne.
Neon spilled across your jacket — motor oil and jasmine smoke,
You reached for me with trembling hands, the city watched us choke.
[Pre-Chorus]
Heartbeat climbs — a single line,
Hold on — a longer time.
[Chorus 1 — Discovery]
Colors of our soul paint the skyline awake,
Beats and bleeding colors, spinning in the light we make.
We learned to map the thunder, learned to name the glow,
Unfurling like a flag in a storm that finally knows.
[Verse 2]
Morning swallowed our silence — your number on a blacklit screen,
Tap the ghost of your goodbye, coffee stains where we had been.
A guitar hums in the building next door, a synth sighs down the stair,
I trace the dent in the banister where your elbow left its care.
[Pre-Chorus]
Breath held — wires hum,
Lift up — here we come.
[Chorus 2 — Conflict / Breakthrough]
Colors of our soul crack the glass we used to hide behind,
Sharp as chrome and velvet, cutting truth into a line.
We traded softness for a shout, let the neon break and bend,
And in that electric fracture found the start where mends begin.
[Bridge — Sparse electronic bed, half-time]
(Spoken/sparse)
Count the small, quiet wounds — constellations on your palm.
Each one mapped like a promise, each one a stubborn calm.
(Sung, building)
I will name the red of anger, the blue of restless sleep,
The green of every morning when we almost learned to keep.
These colors are the fingerprints stuck to everything we know,
They bruise, they stain, they guide us — they are the way we grow.
[Chorus 3 — Resolution / Anthem]
Colors of our soul set the harbor on fire and light the lane,
Beats and bleeding colors, turning every scar to name.
We raise a louder chorus, guitars and synths collide,
A map of burnt-out streetlamps where we learned to love and ride.
[Outro]
So let the drums keep driving, let the arps keep pulling tide,
We carry every color, the thunder and the pride.
In the glare of morning traffic or the hush of afterglow,
Colors of our soul — unforgettable — this is how we go.
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