Bloody Canvas Lyrics Novels & Stories

~~~ You're the light, you're the night You're the color of my blood You're the cure, you're the pain You're the only thing I wanna touch Never knew that it could mean so much, so much You're the fear, I don't care 'Cause I've never been so high Follow me through the dark Let me take you past the satellites You can see the world you brought to life, to life So love me like you do, love me like you do Love me like you do, love me like you do Touch me like you do, touch me like you do What are you waiting for? Fading in, fading out On the edge of paradise

You were the shadow to my light, but did you see me, did you feel me bleed? A stranger, I'm just a stranger outside looking in at you smothered in other people's prints and right now I need a miracle I think I'm losing my mind now, set me free don't murder me, don't watch me bleed. Don't let me bleed out on the floor." April knew the song was in its rough stages, and there were many nights ahead working with the band to polish it before she was to be put on display, singing her heart out. A part of April wondered if Zade heard her music, had he figured out the lyrics were about him?

Sorry but I need to live. ...... Blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood blood So much blood. ......

but I'm only human and I bleed when I fall down I'm only human and I crash and break down your words in my head knives in my heart you pull me up and I fall apart cos I'm only human.)

He wiped me down with clumsy care, taught himself to cook plain porridge, and slept on a narrow folding chair by my bed every night, fully dressed, just to be near. The day I was discharged, sunlight bathed the seaside town in gold. Nathan pushed my wheelchair, a cashmere blanket he had bought draped over me. Six months later, he rented the only art gallery in town and sponsored my very first solo exhibition. He named it 'Rebirth'. The bright, spacious hall was filled with the work I had poured my soul into for half a year. Storm-dark seas before a tempest. Iridescent light shimmering on rocks after rain. A daisy blooming toward the sun from a bookstore window.

“I mean… second time in two days. Same city, same me. The odds are statistically suspicious.” A muscle ticked in his jaw. “It’s a small island.” “New York? Small?” I laughed. “You’re joking.” He didn’t smile, but something in his eyes softened. Just a fraction. I tilted my head toward the paintings. “What do you think of these?” He glanced at the canvases like he was seeing them for the first time. “They’re loud.” “Loud,” I repeated, grinning. “That’s a good word for it. I think they’re screaming.”

Sat that we are all one And risk my head The truth would set me free Free to die I know I had to lie Cover my emotions and act like man Or rather be a coward “I do not know him” The mob nodded in affirmation “Cast the first stone” A sin that couldn’t be stoned I stared deep down his face His gaze was fixated on me I threw the first stone My heart filled with sorrows Covered with the strength of tomorrow I looked away from his preying eyes I couldn’t stand the eyes of the stranger

Chorus: Collectors glide, their wallets gleam, Chasing strokes of every dream. Food exquisite, voices blend, A night of paint that never ends. Verse 2: Oh, the colors flare, the night’s alive, Rich and famous in their hive. Mingling soft with glass and cheer, Art’s the pulse we all revere. Standing tall, we’re lost in awe, Canvas whispers tales so raw. Verse 3: Spectators rise, their claps resound, Awe wraps tight, no silence found. Beauty spills from brush to frame,

Her eyes glistened wide and desperate as if they might shatter at any second. Her bloody hands, held a knife to my face, shaky “Please,” she whispered. “Help me.”

Our face is inches away from each other and he is singing sweetly in front of my face. /Ahh... Your skin, oh yeah, your skin and bones Ohh... Turn into something beautiful Aah... And you know For you, I'd bleed myself dry For you, I'd bleed myself dry/ /It's true, look how they shine for you Look how they shine for you Look how they shine Look how they shine for you Look how they shine for you Look how they shine/ Until he ended the song... /Look at the stars Look how they shine for you And all the things that you do/