Verse 1
I had a thought but it unraveled
Like thread from a coat I never traveled
The mirror showed a face half-painted
With colors I never acquainted
Chorus
It’s a brilliant shade of something
I can’t quite name
A color that keeps running
Through every fragmented frame
Verse 2
The clock on the wall speaks in riddles
Time drips like honey from the middle
I reached for a word but caught a feather
Floating in this strange forever
Chorus
It’s a brilliant shade of something
I can’t quite name
A color that keeps running
Through every fragmented frame
Bridge
(Swirling guitars and synth pads)
Maybe clarity is overrated
Maybe the blur is where we’re fated
To find the truths we’ve decorated
In brilliant shades of the uncertain
Verse 3
The radio plays a song I wrote
In a dream I can barely denote
Every lyric dissolves on my tongue
Like a bell that’s already been rung
Final Chorus
It’s a brilliant shade of everything
I can’t quite see
A color that keeps singing
The uncertain parts of me