Canvas of Spring

(Verse 1) Black and white like paintings, the spring days lie, With a crimson signature, crookedly attached on the side. Frozen in time, like portraits in a silent cry, I despise them, I despise them, their colors denied. (Chorus) Canvas of spring, oh canvas of spring, Your silent whispers, the sorrow they bring. In your stillness, I find my disdain, Canvas of spring, in your silence, I remain. (Verse 2) Dedicated to eternal insomnia, loud and clear, Drowning in their noise, a recovery I fear. Under their rhythmic rain, sleep escapes me, Hearts beating like drums, dreams growing like a tree. (Chorus) Canvas of spring, oh canvas of spring, Your silent whispers, the sorrow they bring. In your stillness, I find my disdain, Canvas of spring, in your silence, I remain. (Bridge) Painted with the mud beneath my windowpane, Seasoned with the sun and birds that died in vain. In my bed, I'll freeze again, like flowers under snow, Whether they're alive or dead, to the devil, they shall go. (Verse 3) Sometimes it feels like there's no strength to proceed, But if that's always the case, you're probably one who'll bleed Honest nonsense, right here and now, with a sour face, While spring days devour your sadness, to embrace their grace. (Chorus) Canvas of spring, oh canvas of spring, Your silent whispers, the sorrow they bring. In your stillness, I find my disdain, Canvas of spring, in your silence, I remain.