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Lyrics:

[Verse 1] [Piano intro with a slightly detuned sound]
In shades of ochre, a silent room awakes
Dust motes dancing in the pale light it makes
A phonograph whispers, a forgotten tune
Beneath a sky of porcelain, a silver moon

[Chorus] [A slightly theatrical vocal delivery]
Oh, the world is a canvas, painted strange and new
With colours borrowed from dreams, forever askew
Lost in the echoes of a yesterday
A symphony of oddities lights the way

[Verse 2] [Bass line becomes more prominent]
A moth with emerald wings taps on the pane (line missed out)
Whispering secrets of joy and of pain (line missed out)
A lonely harlequin with a painted smile
Lost in a labyrinth for a little while

[Pre-Chorus] [Tempo slightly increases]
The air is thick with stories untold
Of reckless hearts and futures bold
Stretch out your hand take a walk with me

[Chorus] [Slightly more layered vocals]
Oh, the world is a canvas, painted strange and new
With colours borrowed from dreams, forever askew
Lost in the echoes of a yesterday
A symphony of oddities lights the way

[Bridge] [A brief instrumental section with a flute melody]
Time is a river, flowing ever on
Carrying secrets until they are gone
But in this moment, suspended in time
We can waltz with wonder, in this paradigm

[Chorus] [Vocals become more impassioned]
Oh, the world is a canvas, painted strange and new
With colours borrowed from dreams, forever askew
Lost in the echoes of a yesterday
A symphony of oddities lights the way

[Outro] [Piano fades out with a final, slightly dissonant chord]
Painted strange and new...
Lights the way...

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The World is a Canvas

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