Wet Paint
Style: Jazz standard

[Verse 1]
I left the canvas out in the rain
colour running down like it had a plan
mud on my shoes from standing still too long
watching you laugh like nothing was a strain

[Pre-chorus]
Nothing I paint ever comes out clean
half of it drips before it's seen
but I keep going, because of you

[Chorus]
Ewan, you steady me when I run
half finished things still turn out fine
muddy shoes and paint that never dries
Ewan, you're the truest one

[Verse 2]
You never asked the picture to be neat
you just stood there in your ruined shoes
said the mess was where the colour lives
and somehow that undid me at the feet

[Bridge]
I used to think love had to be pristine
now I know it's closer to a scene
still wet, still moving, never quite the same
glad I never learned to hide the stain

[Chorus]
Ewan, you steady me when I run
half finished things still turn out fine
muddy shoes and paint that never dries
Ewan, you're the truest one

[Outro]
The shoes still carry colour from that day
I wouldn't wash a single fleck away

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