Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Back in the hallways of high school night,
Where lockers rattled and fists took flight,
There was a brother with a brush and flame,
He signed his colors in the Iron Maiden name.
Jean jacket screaming, killers on the back,
Painted in blood-red, silver, and black.
The crowd stood frozen, the halls stood still,
Chuck had conjured the beast by the force of his will.

[Pre-Chorus]
Every line a sword, every shade a vow,
The art of forever was alive in the now.
And I wore it proud like a battle cry,
Carrying his vision where the shadows lie.

[Chorus]
Chuck, the painter of fire,
Lisa, the keeper of light,
Two stars forged higher,
In the storm of the night.
Canvas eternal, memory true,
Brothers and sisters, the colors bleed through.

[Verse 2]
We tore through the summers with music loud,
Guitars like thunder, fists to the clouds.
He painted not for money, not for gold,
But for the story that could not be told.
Lisa stood steady, his anchor, his flame,
A mirror of strength in the heart of his name.
Together they painted their lives in the round,
A house made of laughter, a love ironbound.

[Pre-Chorus]
Every stroke a promise, every song a sign,
That the spirit of creation is a friend of mine.
And I still remember, though the years have flown,
The killers on denim, the colors their own.

[Chorus]
Chuck, the painter of fire,
Lisa, the keeper of light,
Two stars forged higher,
In the storm of the night.
Canvas eternal, memory true,
Brothers and sisters, the colors bleed through.

[Bridge]
Raise the banners, lift the sound,
From the underground to the battleground.
Not just friends, but blood we choose,
In the art of living, there is no lose.
Brush to jacket, heart to hand,
He gave me a vision, I could understand.
Iron Maiden roared, but his paint was the roar,
It opened a doorway, it showed me more.

[Chorus – Extended]
Chuck, the painter of fire,
Lisa, the keeper of light,
Your names ride higher,
In the storm of the night.
Brothers in memory, sisters in song,
The canvas we carry will carry us long.
Chuck, with the flame, Lisa, with grace,
Together you carve out a timeless space.

[Outro]
Now when I walk through the corridors of time,
I still hear the echoes of his painted design.
Not just a jacket, not just a name,
But the proof that friendship is a holy flame.
Chuck and Lisa, forever true,
The art of our living is painted by you.