Echoes of the Tone

[Pre-Chorus]
Grit in the groove, the strings scream like a storm
Colors bleed through the static, every note's a torn home
Fingers trace the pain, a melody shaped in scars
The sound is the color, the color is the war

[Chorus - harmonies]
Echoes of the tone, it burns through the wires
Dancing with the silence, a rhythm we all desire
Velvet in the shadows, a blues that won't die
The sound is the color, the color is the cry