unfinished brushstrokes
Temporary winter
in the Boston halls
Brushing dust from memories on silent walls
I found a canvas
with no name
A lost devotion frozen
in a gilded frame
Underneath the oil and the faded blue A hidden message
was waiting there for you
Whispers from the past we began to trace
Two stories blending in this quiet space (ahhh)
We read the letters
in the archives deep
Secrets that the ink
was meant to keep
Our hands would brush over
faded photographs
Finding our own future
in the vanished past
Underneath the oil and the faded blue A hidden message was waiting
there for you
Whispers from the past we began to trace
Two stories blending in this quiet space
(ooh, we found it)
An artist and a muse who had to part
Leaving behind this unfinished art But we are holding the brushes now
Painting our own silent vow
Underneath the oil and the faded blue
A hidden message was waiting there for you
Whispers from the past we began to trace
Two stories blending in this quiet space
(two hearts, one frame) Some masterpieces are left in the dark
Waiting for two hearts to leave their mark
To make them complete
To make us complete