A Craft That Is Never Done

Testo

[Verse 1] Blank canvas on an empty floor Shadows creeping through the studio door Mixing colors in the fading light Trying to bring the quiet back to life A hundred sketches that I threw away Chasing something that I cannot say Hands are calloused and the clock is slow Only the silence knows how deep it goes [Chorus] Oh, I build a world from a broken line Trading my days for a moment in time It’s a bitter sweet frame, it’s a phantom flame Giving all of my soul just to leave a name Yeah, I sing to the dark till the shadows run A craft that is never really done [Verse 2] Splashes of cobalt, strokes of gold Telling stories that were never told Every anthem comes with a quiet price A sacrifice made in the dead of night They see the gallery, the final sheen They never notice what stays unseen The doubt that lingers in the dripping ink Standing on the edge of what I think [Chorus] Oh, I build a world from a broken line Trading my days for a moment in time It’s a bitter sweet frame, it’s a phantom flame Giving all of my soul just to leave a name Yeah, I sing to the dark till the shadows run A craft that is never really done [Bridge] Let the varnish dry, let the curtains fall I gave my breath to this empty wall If the colors fade when the years go by At least I proved that I was alive [Chorus] Oh, I build a world from a broken line Trading my days for a moment in time It’s a bitter sweet frame, it’s a phantom flame Giving all of my soul just to leave a name Yeah, I sing to the dark till the shadows run A craft that is never really done [Outro] A craft that is never done Just a brushstroke in the sun Fade to grey... [End]