Painted Skulls, Tender Hearts

I came in with a shadow in my shoes

You came in with a spark and a pair of old blues

The floor was a river, the night held its breath

You stepped through the ache like we were making a list

I warm my heart like a stitched-up flame

You call my name in the dark fountain

Every cracked little memory lit up low

When the bamboo titan story unfolded

We dance through memory hand in hand

Turning grief to color across this land

Oh, we laugh, we spin, we fall, we rise

Painting tomorrow in our own bright eyes

Accordion crying, bass walking low

Cajon on the heartbeat, brass in the goal

I tasted the rain in the back of my throat

Then your smile turned sorrow into a bow

Trumpets like sunlight on a broken street

Every old goodbye found a new heartbeat

If the past comes calling, let it come near

We'll turn it to rhythm and disappear

Ay, ay, ay, sing it out loud

Lift the hurt right up in the crowd

Oh, oh, oh, let the colors fly

Dance through the memory, don't ask why

Ay, ay, ay, stamp the floor

What was a wound is a win no more

Oh, oh, oh, hear the room respond

Return grief to color and carry on

So take my hand

When the lanterns sway

We′ll keep the light

Whether it's auto-play

And if the night

Leaves the number behind

We′ll wear it like joy

On the edge of our minds

I, I, I'm singing out loud

Left the hurt right up in the crowd

Oh, oh, oh, met the colors fly

Dance to the memory, don't ask why

I, I, I stamped the floor

What was a wound is a window

Oh, oh, oh, here though you may spawn

We turn grief to color and carry on