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Colors of Our Story 1 by Austėja

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Colors of Our Story 1 by Austėja - pop rock music cover art

Colors of Our Story 1

pop rock

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Lyrics
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[Verse 1]
The morning drips slow like spilled wine on my counter,
Shadows fold into corners where we whispered and doubted.
Your jacket hangs loose, still carrying the scent of old seasons,
I trace the stitches, wonder if you’re in the quiet, where I’m breathing.
[Pre-Chorus]
Steps on the pavement, a rhythm that pulls me back home,
Mirrors cracked with pieces of words that we never owned.
Hold tight to the fragments, where our colors still stay,
Fading but vivid, lighting the edges of gray.
[Chorus]
These are the colors of our story, splattered across the night,
Burning through moments we lost but held tight.
In every crack, every scar, there’s a spark that won’t die—
We’re still painting, still fighting under the same sky.
[Verse 2]
Coffee cools on the windowsill as the city hums your name,
Footsteps sync with my heartbeat, never quite the same.
I find you in laughter ringing faint down the hall,
A ghost in the daylight, but you catch me when I fall.
[Pre-Chorus]
Steps on the pavement, a rhythm that pulls me back home,
Mirrors cracked with pieces of words that we never owned.
Hold tight to the fragments, where our colors still stay,
Fading but vivid, lighting the edges of gray.
[Chorus]
These are the colors of our story, splattered across the night,
Burning through moments we lost but held tight.
In every crack, every scar, there’s a spark that won’t die—
We’re still painting, still fighting under the same sky.
[Bridge]
No easy lines in the sketchbooks we carry,
Every shade bends when memories bury.
But even in silence, your pulse finds mine—
A brushstroke in time, a heartbeat in rhyme.
[Chorus]
These are the colors of our story, splattered across the night,
Burning through moments we lost but held tight.
In every crack, every scar, there’s a spark that won’t die—
We’re still painting, still fighting under the same sky.
[Outro]
And when the canvas blurs with the coming dawn,
I’m tracing the edges where you’ve always belonged.
Our story’s written in shades that won’t fade—
A gallery of us, in every color we made.