Manic Street Preachers
Brushstrokes of Reunion
[Verse 1]
I listened to the sound of your singing
Now the pain had reached its final limit
The colour of distance had found its mission
It was not a reminder, it was a vision
A vision
[Pre-Chorus]
I was never ready to feel your pain
To understand the picture on my wall
But then you showed me the colour of your soul
A communication of your love
[Chorus]
In brushstrokes of reunion
In brushstrokes of reunion
[Verse 2]
The garden will never look the same
So beautifully mundane in comparison
You signed it with your name
Then gave it to me, a fragile inheritance
Inheritancе
[Pre-Chorus]
I was never ready to feel your pain
To undеrstand the picture on my wall
But then you showed me the colour of your soul
A communication of your love
[Chorus]
In brushstrokes of reunion
In brushstrokes of reunion
[Instrumental]
[Outro]
In brushstrokes of reunion
In brushstrokes of reunion