[Verse 1] In realms of dawn, where shadows play, A canvas waits, to greet the day. With hues of dreams, and whispered sighs, A song begins, before our eyes. [Chorus] Oh, the cover calls, a silent plea, A visual echo, for you and me. In strokes of color, stories reside, Where melodies bloom, and secrets hide. [Verse 2] The brushstrokes dance, a gentle sway, Reflecting notes, that light the way. From somber blues, to vibrant gold, A tale unfolds, yet to be told. [Chorus] Oh, the cover calls, a silent plea, A visual echo, for you and me. In strokes of color, stories reside, Where melodies bloom, and secrets hide. [Bridge] A fleeting glimpse, a whispered name, A burning ember, fanning the flame. The art reveals, what words conceal, A heartfelt truth, that we can feel. [Chorus] Oh, the cover calls, a silent plea, A visual echo, for you and me. In strokes of color, stories reside, Where melodies bloom, and secrets hide. [Outro] And as the music starts to fade, The cover lingers, unafraid. A painted memory, sweet and deep, In slumber's arms, our souls to keep. [End]