Watching Paint Dry

[Verse] Staring at the canvas, time stands so still, Each stroke of color is such a tranquil thrill. In the quiet room, where serenity lies, Just me and the canvas, under dull muted skies. Brushes dance softly, in a silent ballet, Creating moments, in shades of gray. Lost in the stillness, with no need to try, Content in solitude, as the colors fly. [Pre-Chorus] Brushes softly whisper, as colors gently blend, In this tranquil moment, where time begins to bend. [Chorus] Watching paint as it dries, Underneath the endless skies. The Canvas filled with colors, waiting 'till I die. Lost here in the rhythm, I'm feeling so alive. As I sit here quietly, watching paint dry. [Verse] Every stroke has a message, every color is a dream, In this peaceful haven, where reality's unseen. This is my own canvas, a blank slate to explore, Painting my dreams and fears, on its empty floor. [Pre-Chorus] Colors blend seamlessly, in a peaceful, gentle flow, In this silent symphony, where calm emotions grow. [Chorus] Watching paint as it dries, Underneath the endless skies. The Canvas filled with colors, waiting 'till I die. Lost here in the rhythm, I'm feeling so alive. As I sit here quietly, watching paint dry. [Bridge] In the silence, I find my voice, In the canvas, I make my choice. Each brushstroke a step, on the path I tread, In the colors, my soul laid bare. As I paint, a whispered prayer, With every single stroke, my story is spread. [Chorus] Watching paint as it dries, Underneath the endless skies. The Canvas filled with colors, waiting 'till I die. Lost here in the rhythm, I'm feeling so alive. As I sit here quietly, watching paint dry. Watching paint as it dries, Underneath the endless skies. The Canvas filled with colors, waiting 'till I die. I sit here in the stillness, I find my light. As I sit, the day is fading, watching paint dry.