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When the Canvas Fades 2 by guru

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When the Canvas Fades 2

Alternative Rock,female vocals

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Lyrics
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(Verse 1)
Our love was a canvas, colors wild and free,
Brushstrokes of midnight skies and the depths of sea.
But now the paint is cracking, the hues start to bleed,
A masterpiece unraveling, lost in silent creed.
(Pre-Chorus)
You’ll feel the ghost of colors when the light slips through,
A kaleidoscope of memories haunting you.
Hold tight to the fragments, but don’t misconstrue,
Love’s a fleeting art, and it will fade too.
(Chorus)
Oh, when the canvas fades, and the echoes turn to gray,
The shadows of our passion won’t just slip away.
Though the brush may tremble, and the tears may seep through,
Remember every stroke—love will end too.
(Verse 2)
We danced like wildfires, sparks against the night,
Burning through the silence, chasing fading light.
Now ash falls softly where the embers used to glow,
Yet in the ruins, there’s a truth only we know.
(Pre-Chorus)
You’ll feel the ghost of colors when the light slips through,
A kaleidoscope of memories haunting you.
Hold tight to the fragments, but don’t misconstrue,
Love’s a fleeting art, and it will fade too.
(Chorus)
Oh, when the canvas fades, and the echoes turn to gray,
The shadows of our passion won’t just slip away.
Though the brush may tremble, and the tears may seep through,
Remember every stroke—love will end too.
(Bridge - spoken word with rising intensity)
It’s not just black or white—love is fractal, incomplete,
An endless spiral of moments tangled in bittersweet.
We break the rules, we bend the time, unravel and rewind,
Each ending just a beginning, painted in our mind.
(Chorus - dynamic shift, more urgent)
Oh, when the canvas fades, and the echoes turn to gray,
The shadows of our passion won’t just slip away.
Though the brush may tremble, and the tears may seep through,
Remember every stroke—love will end too.
(Outro - soft, reflective)
Love’s not a final frame, but a gallery in view,
A story told in colors—yeah, love will end too.
But in every fading shade, I’ll find a piece of you.