Lyrics

“She moved.”
“No, the light changed.”
“Look again.”
“I think she heard us.”

Soft shoes crossing polished stone,
Painted kings sit all alone.
Silver dust along the hall,
Silent eyes above us all.
Then one shadow changes place,
Warmth appears across a face.
Something underneath the paint
Moves before we call it strange.

What if stillness learned our name?
What if color wanted change?
What if every quiet room
Held a door we never knew?

When the paint starts breathing,
Follow where it goes.
There are doors inside the color
No one ever closed.
Let the old lines loosen,
Let another morning through.
When the world begins to open,
Walk into it too.

Little plaques beneath the gold
Tell us what the years should hold.
Perfect names and measured lives,
Everything arranged just right.
Then the portraits turn their heads,
Crimson flowers leave their beds.
Every hallway starts to bend,
Like the building wants an end.

Maybe certainty is thin.
Maybe wonder waits within.
Maybe all we called complete
Was a story at our feet.

When the paint starts breathing,
Follow where it goes.
There are doors inside the color
No one ever closed.
Let the old lines loosen,
Let another morning through.
When the world begins to open,
Walk into it too.

Some rooms shine like safety.
Some silence feels like home.
But nothing stays alive
By never being known.

When the paint starts breathing,
Follow where it goes.
Let the hidden colors find you,
Let the whole room glow.
Let the old lines loosen,
Let another morning through.
When the world begins to open,
Walk into it too.

The gallery is changing.
So are you.