The Gallery
[Intro]
[Verse]
Drifting through silent hallways
Where pictures faced the walls
Years of colour hidden behind
White sheets and silenced calls
Fragments obscured from vision
Covered by years of dust
Waiting oh so patiently
for your eyesight to adjust.
[Pre-Chorus]
When you're able to see depth
Not just the surface gleam
Maybe then you will comprehend
That this was not a simple dream
[Chorus]
Walking through the gallery
Taking in the whole collection
Every scattered thought
Every late night conversation
Every line had a purpose
Every frame had lips to speak
A lifetime of curated wisdom
Open seven days a week
[Verse]
Walking on hallowed ground
Where all the pieces meet
The substance of a life time
Grapes pressed by naked feet
Every door led back to Eden
Each imprint marked the way
Every room contained a story
Every song, something to say
[Pre-Chorus]
When you're able to see depth
Not just the surface gleam
Maybe then you will comprehend
That this was not a simple dream
[Chorus]
Walking through the gallery
Taking in the whole collection
Every scattered thought
Every late night conversation
Every line had a purpose
Every frame had lips to speak
A lifetime of curated wisdom
Open seven days a week
[Verse]
One room held a thousand stories
Another a thousand songs
One contained a field of answers
To questions that waited far too long
Every corridor connected
Though pathways weren't revealed
Every piece seemed unrelated
Until they were revealed
[Pre-Chorus]
When you're able to see depth
Not just the surface gleam
Maybe then you will comprehend
That this was not a simple dream
[Chorus]
Walking through the gallery
Taking in the whole collection
Every scattered thought
Every late night conversation
Every line had a purpose
Every frame had lips to speak
A lifetime of curated wisdom
Open seven days a week
Nothing felt out of place in here
Everything seemed complete
It was humbling to witness
A lifetime of architecture
Finally standing on its own two feet
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